The sulphur smell that occasionally wafts from the seaweed piles along the beach can be offputting, but I grew up in a farmhouse at the bottom of a gently sloping cattle pasture, so I've lived through worse. Cows do not cease urinating in the winter, but in the winter much of it freezes on the surface rather than soaking into the ground and gradually absorbing. The end effect of that is that in the spring, as the yellow snow melts, literally rivers of urine would flow across our front yard, and the water coming out of our showers and taps turned yellow for weeks.
So let me be real clear — I've got no complaints about the occasional kelpstink. These days I get up, relax for a while, walk along the beach to my “office” and am on the same sort of highspeed connection I enjoyed in the Toronto apartment. My cost of living is dropping to quite literally a third of what I had been spending, and my stress and “must do drugs now” levels are certainly improving. If you're a programmer, web designer, or other potentially telecomputing worker, consider these options. Hell, you could live in a resort down here for the cost of having an apartment in Boston or New York or Toronto.
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