Last day of plane-watching and plain bumming around — 04.05.15
Decision to make this beach my last stop was hinged on a specific purpose – to make sure that I get to my extra morning flight without the panic. That turned out not only practical as this was where I had the laziest time and at times otherwise, my less bum mode time was spent taking a walk on the national park wherein I discovered spots on the beach where locals hang out or store-hopping to get whatever take-home I could find.
Quite a thrill for me too whenever a plane would pass by as I could not help but imagine its passengers probably looking down while I was looking up. Also magical how it would disappear at some point. Or maybe it is just me being fascinated with planes that I managed to walk quite a distance just to get as near as I could to where the planes take off.
The next day I was on that plane. It was just too early that most likely, no one at the beach was looking.