Coliban Belt tan earning its keep as the

earning its keep as the sun climbs

By midday the road gives way to open country near the Bungle Bungles

narrow in places

wind cutting across open ground with no warning

Small by size

Coliban Belt tan earning its keep as theThe Coliban Belt White stone paths heat up early in Mykonos. Shoes come off before noon. Shirts loosen. The ceremony ends clean, but the day does not. By mid afternoon the tables tilt toward the sea, plates stacked with grilled sardines, salt still on your fingers, conversation running faster than the wine. The Coliban stays put as the light fades. Slim, quiet, doing its job while the party drifts from vows to music to something less organised.