I guess Max inspired me? Anyway, when I finally thought we should really do it, the train almost departed and we got off just seconds before the whistle blew. The guy who works on the train apparently heard our excited exchange about going to the coast instead of home and he enthusiastically pointed us to the right platform when we were running out of the compartment laughing like a pair of maniacs.
Ten minutes later and we were on board on the train heading the opposite way of our homes.
We boarded the train at 5pm and arrived at the coast at 7pm. The train ride took an hour, and then another 45 minutes on the bus, in addition of 20 more minutes of walking.
I’m suffering from the case of swollen feet now since prior to our little detour, I had already walked for about half an hour underneath the blistering heat.
But, it was worth it.
Since the trip was unplanned, I didn’t bring my camera with me which gave me an excuse to buy this little baby:
I really, really hope the pictures will turn out great.
When I saw the ocean, which looked so wild with its insane waves, I completely lost it. I screamed, I pumped my fist, and ran along the ripples like a little kid. It was freeing. The city lights looked amazing contrasted to the black ocean. There was no moon and only one star.
We spent about an hour on the shore just walking, running, writing stuff on the sand, dipping our toes whenever the waves came at us, and taking pictures with our brand new instant camera…
After that we went to see the night market right along the coast where people had stalls selling anything from cotton candy to Harry Potter paintings. Then we had kebab and New York slice for dinner, then….back to reality…
I fell asleep on the train.
And when you woke up, you insisted that we had reached the last station and we had to get off the train. What. Hahaha. Today was great :-)