It's 5:00 AM when the sun drives me out of the tent. The morning air is still fresh, but the sun is already strong enough to heat up our tent considerably. The red fabric of the tent colors the entire space in a deep orange, somehow fitting these sauna-like temperatures inside the tent. Our tent is set up a bit away from the road, next to a small lake. The landscape is rocky and sparse, with only a few trees providing a little shade. It does not reach our tent.

It's only a fifteen-minute walk to the beach. I am accompanied by the constant chirping of crickets, the buzzing of bumblebees and bees, the twittering of birds, and the morning breeze that gently blows through the leaves of the trees. As the sun shines on my face, I recall a saying by Pipi and wonder why I don't enjoy nature this early more often.