Parallels
When I was in Turkey, we went to the pirate cove in the afternoons after work to chill out. We usually came when the tide was rolling in and the basin was calm and the ocean was calm, but the bottleneck under the cliffs were difficult to swim through. Under the cliffs was this ledge just over the top of water level which made a good resting place if you needed to get out of the water but couldn't swim back to shore. It was about foot wide in the narrowest place and 5 feet in the broadest, and the walls were covered with mussels and sea urchins. I am not an especially strong swimmer, so I frequently would pull myself up on this ledge to take a rest.
The last time we visited the cove we came at a time when the tide was coming in at its strongest. I swam out under the cliffs and upon realizing how tired I was already i made for the ledge. I cannot describe adequately how difficult it was to climb onto the ledge that day. Every time I would get my grip on the walls to pull myself up, a swell would push me into the wall and then recede and try to pull me off the wall. It succeeded in throwing me, back first, into the water several times. The times that it did not I clung to the wall by my fingernails as wave after swell after waves pushed me into the wall, thereby cutting up my knees, feet and legs with the razor-like mussels.
It took a while but eventually I made it onto the mostly submerged ledge and took my much deserved break. After a short breather I threw myself back into the water and swam back to shore to bandage my heavily bleeding legs.
Today I feel like I am back in that cove clinging like a little bitch to the ledge I need to get up on.
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The last time we visited the cove we came at a time when the tide was coming in at its strongest. I swam out under the cliffs and upon realizing how tired I was already i made for the ledge. I cannot describe adequately how difficult it was to climb onto the ledge that day. Every time I would get my grip on the walls to pull myself up, a swell would push me into the wall and then recede and try to pull me off the wall. It succeeded in throwing me, back first, into the water several times. The times that it did not I clung to the wall by my fingernails as wave after swell after waves pushed me into the wall, thereby cutting up my knees, feet and legs with the razor-like mussels.
It took a while but eventually I made it onto the mostly submerged ledge and took my much deserved break. After a short breather I threw myself back into the water and swam back to shore to bandage my heavily bleeding legs.
Today I feel like I am back in that cove clinging like a little bitch to the ledge I need to get up on.
Music