Down Mertasari way, one will find a pleasant little cove on the bank of a stream flowing into the bay. It is shady there beneath an umbrella of leafy trees and there are large, smooth rocks to sit on along the way. People rest in the shade, enjoy a sack lunch, hide from the heat of the noontime sun. There is a little hill of earth and boulders at one end and a sandy dog in every crevasse. The hill belongs to them. On the Bayfront, a walkway plunges into the sea. It used to be the launching pad of a windsurfing business, but this has long since closed. A rusty gate now blocks the way. When it is windy, all the locals com here to fly kites.
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