I love the morning, ride through the villages and see little by little wake-up villages and villagers. Their daily rituals of prayers and see the smoke of the ancients ambulate the alleys. I plunge into lanes that only locals take to find me in front of paddy fields, as far as the eye can see. At the end of my road, this isolated beach, immense and just to me, then it’s these rolls of huge waves that made tourists flee.