Sunburned Face, Sandburned Soles

I left my sandals underneath a palm tree and figured I could mad dash to the shores before any damage was done—but my feet are now a raw pink. I was literally hop-sprinting on burning coal in the form of sand before I reached…warm water. Judging by our close proximity to the Equator, I could’ve baked yams with natural sunlight—and someone did leave an egg on the beach. I suspect it was more intentional than a mere picnic negligence.

Alas, here are pictures of The Empire in Brunei and one of its private beaches, which we had all to ourselves today…with a few timid hermit crabs.