The Unbeach- by Austin
Our adventure this past week was adventurous, but not necessarily enjoyable. Austin used his nights off to craft this post for us. Enjoy, but not too much or I will be unseated as official family blogger.
Like Elise has already said, the township we’re staying in
is quite nice, but it’s not exactly a bustling metropolis. On top of that, being in a “coastal” area,
Elise feels like the sea has been calling to her since the day we got here, and
so she naturally wanted to go to a beach.
Now, there is a specific beach that supposedly has reasonably good waves
(named after the American contractor that went there often when the refinery
was under construction, so I think I believe the rumors), and that was her
first pick. Well, the customer isn’t too
keen on letting us venture too far away from the township, and apparently this
particular beach was outside of our permissible radius, so we were out of luck
with that one. At this point, panic
ensued, and any beach would do, as long as we got to a beach, so someone gave
us an idea for another beach that was mildly closer, though, and after getting
the customer’s blessing, we ventured out.
Now for some background about beaches: It seems like, in
India, there are two types of beaches.
Since a picture is worth 1000 words, I’m going to illustrate using my
superb artistic abilities and Paint:
Beach 1:
Beach 2:
Now, I know I grew up in landlocked Colorado, but I thought
it was pretty natural that beaches get gradually deeper, as you get further
away from the shore, and I had never really heard of the second type until I
got here. I’m assuming the beach we
wanted to go to fits into the first category, but, needless to say, we were on
our way to the second beach, with the promise that it was going to be much more
fun than the beach we originally wanted to go to.
As we got closer to our destination, I started looking for
signs of water, but didn’t see any. I
didn’t start to get really worried until our driver made a turn onto the sand,
drove to the edge of a small rise, stopped, and told us we had arrived.
Just in case you’re looking at the picture thinking the same
thing that I was thinking, I highlighted it for you. The water is easily two or three miles from where
we were at the beginning of the beach. I
guess we had gotten there at precisely low tide or something. At this point, we had come too far not to
try, plus, Landon had just woken up for a nap, and was excited to go for a
nice, long walk. So we ventured
out. The first mile or so was fine;
mostly sand, with some small puddles every once in awhile. There were lots of hermit crabs moving
around, and we saw a few birds out there, too.
Once we got about halfway there, things started to get a
little stickier, though. The sand turned
into mud, and started to look more like a barren wasteland. At this point, we started to sink with every
step, and at a certain point, Landon got flustered, stopped walking, and
started yelling “Tuck! Tuck!” since he still has some trouble with his ‘S’
sounds. There were also some weird
little sandworm things that were probably 8” long, and would dart between holes
in the mud, which I’m pretty sure freaked him out, too. (Elise comment- They certainly freaked Austin out!) That meant that I got to carry him for the
duration, which would have been fine, except I went almost instantly from
sinking into mud up to my ankles to sinking into mud up to mid-shin. At that point, the water that was still a
little over a mile away might as well have been on the moon, because there was
no way we were getting there.
Looking out on the mudflats from half way back |
Looking towards the "beach" from half way back |
Landon looking at the hermit crabs |
Muddy family pic- Landon found something over there! |
There were two redeeming things about the trip to the
unbeach. The first one came on our way
back to the car. Since we had spent the
better part of an hour wading through mud, we were, naturally, quite muddy; not
wanting to get Mr. Khan’s car filthy, we stopped at a puddle on the way back to
wash off. By this point, Landon had
calmed down, mostly because he could walk, and the giant sea worms had
disappeared. I was a little concerned
about how he would do while we were cleaning ourselves off, but the hermit
crabs I talked about earlier kept him entertained. I had turned my back on him, and I heard kind
of a shrill shriek, so I whipped my head around to see what was going on, and
Landon was looking down with a big grin on his face, watching a swarm of
pea-sized hermit crabs running around at his feet. I have no idea what he thought, but it must
have looked like the sand was just flowing around him. It was definitely the highlight of his day.
The other neat thing we did on the way back was stop by
Domino’s pizza in Jamnagar. I wasn’t
sure what to expect, being in India, but I was fairly certain it would be
nothing like Domino’s in the US, and sure enough, I was right. It probably fell somewhere between Little
Caesar’s and a less salty Cici’s on the pizza scale, but beggars can’t be
choosers. The menu was divided into two
sections: Vegetarian and Non-vegetarian (aka: various flavors of chicken). Needless to say, we opted for the
non-veg. Don’t get me wrong, the pizza
exceeded my expectations, but it wasn’t quite like the stuff we got in Napoli.
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