bringing a PC on holiday was never going to work
Perhaps I should have walked in the other direction. And so it was that the next day I did, this time up a more broken path and sans Mini-Me. I came across scenic, rugged limestone rocks on my left and a high fence ran along the edge of the path on the right, an archaeological site lay beyond the fence. It was hot and the sun loomed over my left shoulder. Rocky cove, beach, more rocky cove weaving in and out, up and down. Cracked off a few shots, none worth keeping except to remember where I’d been lest the heat overtake me and I lose all memory upon coming to in hospital. I only encountered 1 other person in over an hour of walking on that path so it was probably more likely my dessicated corpse would have been slotted into a large envelope and posted home.
I forgot to mention that by this stage some internet access via my phone had produced the startling statistic that this town received more rain free days per month than either Death Valley or the deserts of Egypt, 29.85 to be exact or 3 rainy days every 2 years. So after taking numerous identical pictures of breaking waves and identical rocks I headed back being that my shoulders were feeling the benefit of factor 0, my sunscreen having been removed by an earlier pool session with Mini-me. As I normally use factor 50 or 40 this wasn’t good and the big ball of fire had swivelled around during that hour so that it still bore down on my back on the walk home. I fried dinner on it later and used my shoulders to illuminate the foot-ways for those walking behind me later that night so all was not lost.
Was the one other person on the walk at least a naked female who was feeling frisky?
I’m going to pretend this is a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book, say yes, and turn to page 76 where you save naked female from a fire-breathing, 18-legged sea monster.
Sarah, I’ll cover that on my entry for day 4. Where were you watching from?
great shot there……now to page 76 post haste….