Just finished to read a boring little book about how to become a spy. When you hear about white sand beach you think paradise, dream... right? So yeah sort of. We walked along this beach until we saw some signs "Don't cross unless you have a liable excuse" OO. A military basis. The spy took over me. As I will never be a good one, I just tried to follow the footsteps I left on the sand for the last 20 minutes.