I am already started to believe that I am some kind of albino. I mean the harder I try to get tanned, the more brown people I meet here, who all seem just to born with this perfect brown-bronze colored skin. So today I decided to do whatever it takes and stay on the beach until I will get so brown, that my mom could question if I am her daughter, or as my lovely friend said until the sun will burn out my brain. Let’s hope it will not come to that.
Today I packed: two liters of water, three of my balibody tanning oils, a small pack with snacks, one book Isaak Asimov’s “Foundation” trilogy, sunglasses. Also fully charged ipod, one big towel and one small one, wet napkins and a water spray. Not that I needed all that for the mission, but once you get into a serious tan fever, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was something else. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a girl loathing for a fake tan, and I was afraid I’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Well leaving all that drama aside I should say I really did what I could, and actually got a bit fried, not to that lobster-red skin colour, but pretty much near. And well, I can’t say that my friend did not warn me, I think some part of my brain got actually melted after three hours under the tropical sun. Today I am just happy I survived, tomorrow I will be asking for more.
Results: coming soon XO Nastja