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There was someone standing further along the beach, facing out to sea. An old man dressed in... I blinked... battle fatigues? Second World War U.S. by the looks of the helmet. I looked on for a moment, squinting into the sun-streaked coconut smoke.`You won't like Bonga's Guest House, I can tell you now. Maximo Bonga...'said the fisherman's wife. She was lost for words, shaking her head.`Maximum Bongo?' I asked.`Bonga,' she said. `It means flamboyant.'Based on a true storyOn one of South East Asi...Vis mer