I felt hemmed in by Beijing. Too many people, no space to think. I was craving the peace I always feel at the ocean. Asked around and found the nearest beach was two hours away by train. Away I went.
This beach is called Tiger Stone Park because of the huge boulders at the shoreline.
It was chilly but clear. I could see cargo ships on the horizon.
I loved these boats.
I hung out with them for a while actually lounging on a boulder in this picture.
This guy wanted a selfie with the laowai (foreigner). I obliged and took one as well.
Perfect
Ate most of this all by my lonesome.
Just what I needed.