The outside.

[Jesse]

On a walk up to the Tiki bar through the path of wood layed deep into the ground, the humidity and heat would strike. Small insects hum and buzz in the night air as the torches that lined the way up to the Bar shone brightly. The close together wooden steps were ever so slightly rose off the ground for when tide, flood or anything weathering may tear at the beautifully carved steps. Covering the ground was sand, soft to the touch and layed in with magnificant shells of all colours. Anyone who walked up those steps, wether they be young or old would feel an immence sence of... solitude. Calm, the sound of waves crashing far away on the shore. The palm tree's swayed in that odd early night breeze along with the shrubbery about the Tiki Bar. The front of the building was made of wood from that very small secluded place. The arcitecture was articulatly made, wood on wood with an overleaf pattern. It was beautifully designed, the small palm tree's either side of the ever open huge double wooden doors with their carved in Tiki War hero's. the windows were shuttered, the roof thatched. The place was beautiful! After finishing the walk up the long path which gre outwards into a spacious area with wooden tables and thatch umbrella's. there were several of these area's, including a large night pool with its own miniature waterfall complete with stones and relaxation spots. If one was to go through the water-fall, they may be fortunate to visit the small sized bar inside. But if that visitor prefered to stay dry, they might want to go indoors...