Sun Basking

When not diving, I ponder this new activity of mine and find that it doesn't fit into any preexisting category. I've never seen a place in which so many of the participants are in such desperation to get a Tahitian tan, including myself which I have been indulging endlessly and shamelessly admit. Balcony other than mine, are occupied outside of the diving schedules. Every water-bungalow are fully occupied, balcony doors are slide opened, everyone's need to stretch down on the tanning bed, like laundry hanging out to dry in the tropical breeze and sunny warmth.

It will be correct to say at Rangiroa, the only decision one needs to make other than what shall one eats today, will be what number should I use today. Would it be better to use a cream or the oil? Perhaps SPF 50 here, SPF 25 there and SPF 6 here. No, no, no, this won't do it. Got to use the No. 2 tanning oil, let me be dark! Oh, dear sun, tan me, tan me, please, please, please DON'T burn me!