Uncle Chester's World Beach Tour May 2026

He attempted to build a black sandcastle. It looked like a crumbling charcoal briquette. A passing Icelandic sheep stared at him with what I can only describe as pure judgment. Chester didn’t care. He pulled out a tiny vial, scooped up some black grains, and labeled it: “Beach #1: Tastes like regret and minerals.”

He didn’t build a sculpture. He didn’t taste the sand. He just put his arm around my shoulder, and Gregory (who had somehow followed us across three continents) landed on his head. uncle chester's world beach tour

“I’ve died and gone to a rosé commercial,” he said. He attempted to build a black sandcastle

“Exfoliation!” he shouted. Tourists looked away. scooped up some black grains

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