I'd no idea it was possible to walk to the end of Balandra Bay, cross a clearing littered with garbage and twisted trees, and end up on a completely different shore. Ocean on both sides, and two impossibly different shores... mind blowing.
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| fishing lines on Balandra Bay |
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| the other side... |
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| My boyfriend, Kevin (in the blue crocs) ended up bringing the white rock home. It now lives in my mom's garden. |
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