I started to cry hysterically. And, I may have completely peed myself by this point.
He grabs me and starts shouting and screaming into the darkness.
That wanted us off the cliff,
in the ocean.
I was in front with the headlamp, he was behind me, following my steps.
|Yes, those are the cliffs you see.|
My blisters had popped and I could barely walk.The fiance took my bag and had to carry it down the hill to the beach.
My feet were in such pain, the only way I could get down was on my butt.
I kid you not.
But, we made it.
Despite the pain, terror, and peeing my pants,
we made it,
Right away, I completely understood why this place is so worth the journey…
A completely unspoiled beach.
Part III, next.
(I promise it won’t be a month later this time)