A more green Blue Hawaii, then blue. But tasted good!

The horizon. Again. All the time the horizon.

There are lot’s of horizons. In differents ways. You can in one way call a barrier a kind of a horizon.

Walking on the beach. Signs everywhere telling you ”Only registered inhouse guests beyond this area”.

If you meet some phillipine poeple, then it’s staff.

Walking on the wellpaid paradise beach. No garbage. No single piece of wrack. Almost no poeple at all. 

Just the very blue blue blue horizon far away. And the white sand.

It felt very strange and even if they saw me like one of the inhouses guests, as they could see Im from another country, I didn’t felt welcome at all. With all those signs.

I stayed at the poolbar. Nice staff, everywhere. 

Then I went forward to next horizon…