I roll down my window and stare at the feet of the guy standing next to his wrecked car. He smiles and turns his thumbs down as steam rises from the bonnet. Why isn’t he wearing shoes? The sun is hot and my feet ache as I wonder how his haven't burnt. “It’s practically the uniform here,” John, our driver, laughs.
The fumes hit us as the lights turn green and we drive to the airport, home bound. I’m chilled out but tired, like my shoeless buddy on the road, whose Zen attitude sums up my week at Cabarita Ocean Health Retreat in northern New South Wales. -->
The fumes hit us as the lights turn green and we drive to the airport, home bound. I’m chilled out but tired, like my shoeless buddy on the road, whose Zen attitude sums up my week at Cabarita Ocean Health Retreat in northern New South Wales. -->
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