Beach dunes where the resorts AREN’T

Well.

In a location like Bibione, there was no real exclusivity to begin with:

•There are more guest beds than people

•One resort hugs the other

•The beach is worse than an egg laying factory

•Glass refuse is collected at 10pm

•Without any knowledge of the local language (Italian), or English (second language), armed just with my native tongue (German), I could’ve gotten by.

But still. There was a tiny sliver of exclusivity.

So. I took a bike ride to the lighthouse, and then through the forest.

Insects sound foreign.

Smells are similar to the woods at home, but still foreign (coastal).

Sounds are generally foreign.

Then a trail lead off the beaten track.

A nice coast opened up, along a river flowing into the sea.

I hadn’t seen a car for what felt like AGES.

What do I see parked there?

A car.

A lone car, far from any (official) road.

Not only was it from my home country.

No.

From my hometown!

Some five hundred (547.5 to be exact) kilometers from home, away from the resorts, of the beaten track and the roads, through an abandoned village,

along a scenic coast (once the resort beaches were gone), what do I find???

The same fucktards I have at home.

The exclusivity is gone, lost so permanently it will never come back.

Thanks, asshole.
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