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The evening before we left and I ran out to the beach to get a
picture of the setting sun. The dog followed me. The dog was somewhat
of an institution at the campground. To say he belonged to the owner of
the dive school would be wrong, this dog couldn't really be owned, he
was his own master. One day he followed us all the way to the diving
pool about 5kms down the beach and then stayed with us for the rest of
the day. He wanted to be in my photo, I didn't have a say in the
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