The surf isn’t too good today and neither is the coffee, however being able to appreciate both is a bonus.
Operating on Malua Bay time, I’m given a number and asked to wait. I’d just about turned to stone before my coffee arrived.
Transporting my order across the street to the beach, I’m looking at the thin foam racing up the sand and looking at the top of my coffee and there isn’t much difference. Some bland stale grounds, indifferent staff, and what do you get? So close to civilised and yet so far.
Espresso on the beach can be a good thing, a great thing. Here however, a sad thing.