We hit the beach and it hit back. There was a gap of about 15 minutes when I was sun screen free (being drug along the sandy ocean bottom by waves tends to make that happen) and the sun schooled me! I have an almost exact replica of the Euro-Asian Landmass (minus the Indian sub-continent) burned on my left side. Niiiiice.
Hey, Science, how about figuring out a way to block that sun a little, eh? Just saying, we can put a man on the moon but we can’t build a giant umbrella in space to protect me? Sounds like Big Sunscreen has some politicians in their pocket. Walk up America!
Tomorrow, back to the beach. Go super sun burn healing powers, GO!
Oh, by the by, the beach is lovely. We camped out in some beach chairs in front of a restaurant drinking fresh squeezed orange juice. The sand is very fine and stretches to the Northern horizon, actually quite a bit further (20 miles or so). Lines of breaking waves line up and roll in slowly, great to play in.
Off the breakers there are fishing boats and the funny wicker boats that must have seemed like a good idea here.
Boat Builder One: “So, check out my new boat design! It’s perfectly round and made of wicker! Whoo-Boy, this sombeech is going be awesome!”
Boat Builder Two: “Right. Like it, very bowl like. Although, won’t it just go in circle if someone were to row it?”
BB1: “Oh, well. Hey, to be honest…I don’t know. I, personally, don’t go near the water, terrifies me frankly. Plus, did you ever wonder where fish “take care of business”? Ew.”
BB2: “EXCELSIOR!”
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