You climb off of the bus and immediately regret your decision. This wasn't your stop. "Wait!" you shout, but the driver has already started to drive away. The exhaust hits you in the face and you sigh heavily, sitting down on a nearby bench. You stare at your map of the island but for a tourist, it looks like another language. You notice a Kacheek stirring around in the sand a few yards away from you. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, so you approach her. She seems startled and stands quickly, brushing the sand off of her bathing suit. "You look lost, darling." Frustrated tears begin to spill over. The Kacheek pulls a well worn book out of her bag and opens it to show you. "Oh no! Please don't cry. Look at all these amazing photos I took a few days ago. I just got them developed and am working on a story right now. This island sure is spectacular, isn't it?"
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