A fishing community on the shore that is unaffected by the natural terrain will be more appealing than a fishing village attached to the city or on flat land. To take advantage of the favorable conditions, humans inhabit nearly any ground along the coast and build villages. Each community's lifestyle will undoubtedly have its own unique beauty. Unfortunately, my trip did not go as planned because the weather was cloudy and the sea was turbulent.
Tourist attractions near the sea were canceled here, so I went around here, close to the homestay where I was staying. Because the area isn't too large to use the vehicles, I might get to see more of it. To see what it possesses?
Rub! The color combination of orange-brown rocks drew me in first, and the sound of waves pounding against the cliffs muffled out the sea air. It invites visitors to walk alongside it and interact with the works of waves and wind. Thank you, rocks, for attracting my attention.
I have no regrets about taking off my shoes and walking barefoot on these rocks with my hands in mine. Although the roughness of the surface provides some discomfort to the soles of the feet at first. But I specifically requested that it massage my feet as a form of boredom relief. Because it makes me cautious of every step, because the stone here is really sharp, and I don't want to scratch myself.
Two human activities may be seen in the photograph if you look attentively at the small dots: fishing and seaweed picking. One who entertains as well as earns a living.
On the rocks near powerful waves, a woman with agile, nimble steps. She was gathering seaweed adhering to the rocky outcroppings. It was the only photo I had, despite the fact that the light was slightly off when I took it.
I'm not sure what kind of seaweed this is. I'm not sure, but a seaman once gave it to me to taste fresh. It's not as attractive as boiling it into a pot of soup. They'll simply dry and bag it.
Is the sea displaying its power or its beauty?
There are still ladies working on the cliff. Men can be seen fishing in the distance. The island ahead is almost devoid of trees, but it is beautiful when the sun shines. Grass is the only thing that plants have.
A molt that is in tune with the sea crab's surroundings.
A man is mending his small boat while waiting for suitable sailing conditions.
The children are engrossed in a game. When I asked one of them about it, they revealed that they were merely competing to break the shells they had gathered.
Perhaps their parents are doing something relaxing on the beach.
Large cages for gathering marine crabs, as well as basket boats ready to sail. I suppose so.
's work requires him to dive and shoot fish, but because the sea is too muddy for him to dive, he has resorted to casting nets near the shore.
The women were attempting to patch the net's lacerations while smelling the fish drying nearby.
I sat in silence on the coastal rocks. Due to strong winds from the water, the GoPro tripod was frequently tumbling down.
