Confusion. That's the word to describe my body's reaction to suddenly not working. My usual adrenalin-filled, workaholic body is now restlessly dragging itself from beach to beach. Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying myself. But I do need some time to adapt myself to traveling life style. As I was strolling along coast line, one of my favourite spots in Sydney, I stumbled across the big, red rocks at Clovelly. These huge cliffs stand at least ten meters tall above sea level, lining Australia coast. Really impressive. But what really impressed me the most was the fact that no-one was around. I was looking into the horizon on my left, and on my right, but there was really no-one in vicinity. It was so amazing to find myself at such a beautiful spot alone. And with that realization, it was then, on those rocks, that it had hit me: I was free. I was suddenly jumping around, singing along with my songs on MP3-player with maximum volume. No-one was there! I could do whatever I wanted, and I grabbed that opportunity with both hands. So, I was going crazy, as you can imagine. Jumping, singing, screaming, shouting to the ocean, provoking sharks and stuff. No-one was there to judge me. I just felt so happy that everything was going so well for me. I just wanted to pause the world and enjoy that feeling. However, my pause button was brutally interrupted when I heard the sounds of a roaring engine. I was not alone. I had failed to look up in the sky. Because I noticed that, out of nowhere, a chopper was flying circles above my head. Ashamed, I fled the cliff. It was not until later that friends told me that that particular cliff was notorious for being a suicide cliff. Whoops!
My brief minutes of joy that overwhelmed me must have been mistaken for the actions of a lunatic just about to jump.
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