Most days we drove to Manadendri Beach in the "crock". They said it was to the best beach on the island.... in the worst car.
There was a swimming pool. It was lovely, like the one we use at home, but when the water got in my mouth, it was all salty, so what did I do? I yelled.
After that I took my time before going into the pool again. I preferred to sit on the steps in the water. I only dared jump in with Daddy catching me.
But I wondered if there were other crocs watching me.