After saying goodbye to all my relatives in Lafka, we drove down the mountain to the coast to the small town that dad lived in for a few years when he was my age, called Kiato.
We visited the place where he used to live (now built over with new flats) as well as seeing his old school and the beach where he used to play and watch the fisherman at work. There is no fishing now except line fishing from the side of the breakwater.
Dad had fun looking around and finding his childhood playing haunts. I visited the playground and beach with mum and we built a sandcastle.
Till next time.
Leo






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