I am shockingly not as sore as I thought I’d be.
Today’s reading warns that doubting your gut feeling might leave you out of being able to do stuff, and boy howdy is this relevant today.
The day started slow as usual. I was sorting my stuff a bit while pondering where to go. And according to Google Maps there was a beach like 2 or so KM way but through a highway and stuff. So I figured hey, why not.
So after a quick fueling of crab sushi I headed to the cab area and took one to my destination.
The path actually went through the bridge I’ve been seeing all these days which was super cool.
I finally arrive at the destination and a set of thoughts immediately assault my head in order: Pretty beach, damn it’s a bit far away, fuck me too many families around.
I don’t like taking pics when near kids for a considerablue number of reasons. While the threat of them not having a sense of personal space and messing with my things is a very real one, ironically my own respect for kids is one of the reasons.
Now, hearing me say this you might go “Fer, but you hate kids!” and the thing is that the hate is in no small part because I respect the sanctity of childhood as it were.
I firmly and truly believe kids deserve to be protected, to enjoy a space where they can make mistakes safely and learn without adults predating or abusing them… this by extension would mean for me to watch my language and such when near kids and fuck that noise.
I think you get the idea: I respect kids’ safety, which mean being careful with my cameras when near them for their privacy, which means resentment whenever there’s kids nearby just go away and let me do my stuff in peace.
But right across the water after some rocks I notice there’s a beach that’s emptier and apparently you can walk there, so I decide to do that.
Bit of an uphill, but the view is already stunning from this angle.
Gotta take the streetside, but it was cordoned off so there were no cars.
The view is still hella stunning and it’s borderline urban exploration out here, can’t wait to see what’s-
Ah, that’s why it was cordoned off…
Oh well.
As I return, I start testing all the taxi apps and none of them are in range, and by the time they’re in range it’s like after one hour walking.
Now, as you might be aware, I’m kinda reckless when it comes to physical activities, but that’s just from a combination of “everything’s hard anyways” making my tolerances for things very weird, and the fact that I’m constantly moving because the moment I stop the anxieties eat me.
That’s not to say I don’t think though. I think fast and make up for the rest with even quicker risk assessment, and that risk assessment was kicking in right now.
I don’t mind walking back, but I’d be walking on roads with speeding cars and in a mountain no less. Moreover I wouldn’t be walking back as I was in that moment, I’d be doing that after I’ve exhausted myself jumping around taking photos.
And so I decided the best course of action would be to use my energy in that moment to get back to a more populated area and then think what to do afterwards.
As I’m looking for that an old lady calls out to me to tell me that my hair was really cool and chatted up a bit, she was curious about my camera and whatnot. I asked her for where the bus stop was and thank God I did because her directions were less unhinged than Google Maps’.
After going uphill for a “yeah I have the right idea retreating” amount of time, I waited a few minutes in an intersection for the bus.
The “bus” was actually a minivan with decals and whatnot indicating it’s a communal thing.
The ride was smooth, one highlight was an old lady that paid her fare and then gave the driver a piece of candy.
One quick transfer later I was back in civilization and decided to stop by the nearby pier to take some photos and Oh God I can’t imagine having had to deal with the barrage of nonsense that followed so far away from the hotel.
But first, I start taking these pics.
After this first batch Halloumi falls on her face and I have to comb all the leaves and stuff away and it’s then that I realize that apparently the doll hair oild I kept in the backpack unscrewed and spilled over a bunch of things.
No matter, more photos.
At this point the flash starts to feel REALLY slow and turns out the flash was running dry.
I check the clock, it was about 4PM, I still had at least 2 hours before sunset. So I go back to my room.
While the flash battery charges, I run a check on all the other stuff and everything seems fine… except my DJI, who keeps getting stuck when I turn it on.
Thus I have to make one extra stop at a pharmacy and get alcohol to clean the joint before going back to the dock.
I do just that and start to prepare for the next set.
This one went smoother…. until I noticed that the lens filter had some sort of condensation. I didn’t have glass wipes in that moment, and I didn’t feel like running back to the hotel again, leaving my shoes at the entrance and waiting for the elevator twice.
I had the alcohol for the DJI and a microfiber cloth from my sunglasses so that would have to do dang it.
At this point things were moving along better but I was feeling a bit tired…
Which was funny considering that was kinda the vibe of the next set.
At this point I’m exhausted but there was one more photo set I wanted to make. I could leave right now and be happy but if I did this I’d be happier.
And so, after catching my breath for a bit and letting the sun go down a bit more but not so much it hides behind the mountains…
The trip is officially capped off.
The rest of the day was just me sorting my luggage. Otherwise I’d say this day was a success, technical difficulties and all.