Drive up the coast about ten kilometres to where the surf begins to get famously high, hit the beach of a socialist-style hotel that bizarrely is identical on the inside to all the places I went for haircuts or a decent cup of coffee in Poland... needless to say, you don't stay indoors there... hit the beach, play in the waves, and don't stop til you drop, even when the monsoon rains come out of nowhere (more or less) and cool you off up top while slamming your skin like tiny needles.