The waves were rhythmically splashing against his face; after a few seconds Hando rolled over. "Ouch", he thought and gently touched the back of his neck.There was a lot of blood but the wound was superficial.
"I'm so lucky to have such well developed neck muscles", he thought proudly,"The knife has scratched but glanced off causing minimal damage."
"Goodness-I've never really noticed how beautiful the sky is and how vibrant the colours of nature." Hando sat in the grainy sand letting it run through his fingers as he pondered where he would go from here: this was clearly a time to re-evaluate his life and his beliefs...
Hando makes some multi-cultural friends (to follow soon......)