A woman walked out of a tent. Her hair was down to her waist. She wore a pink bikini top and a white sarong. She saw us and put her hands on her hips. I wondered where her man was and I figured he was probably hunting deer in the valley or catchingMoreA woman walked out of a tent. Her hair was down to her waist. She wore a pink bikini top and a white sarong.
She saw us and put her hands on her hips. I wondered where her man was and I figured he was probably hunting deer in the valley or catching prawns upstream. The wind came up and blew her sarong open. Ben stumbled on a stone and fell in the water. He got up wincing.I helped him steady his pack.
You okay?Yeah, he said.Eh, brah, I told Ben, you wen spahk dat wahine on da beach?Ben squinted. What wahine?Da one stay on da beach in bikini, I said. Cute, no?Whats she doing here?Waitin fo you, brah.The woman retreated to her tent and knelt at the entrance. She combed her hair with one hand. We closed in on the beach and she stood up. Howzit! she waved.