I went on holiday with Kieran and David, and I know others were there but they were not defined. Accommodation didn't work out how we'd planned, so David had been moved last minute into a small lot of apartments a few streets away with backpackers and the like, whilst Kieran and I stayed at the place we had booked. It did turn out to be much the same situation though, with lots of travellers from different origins around us. One of them became fascinated with me, and took photos of me walking around, then became friends with Kieran and showed me as if it wasn't odd to have done that?
Throughout the day I felt a bit misplaced, like I didn't really know what to do with myself, I kept landing on 'oh I'll just read a book' but then my spirit would be like, 'there are so many better ways to make use of this holiday!'. So David got annoyed/bored/tired and walked back to his apartment, and Kieran was going to ride a bicycle behind a group of foreigners who enjoyed downhill, steep cycling. I was like cool, I'll come along for the ride. I was definitely in 'observer' position, watching them fly down these hills, twists and turns, in and out of traffic and along side roads. Kieran tried to keep up but struggled a little, we ended up continuing down the main road as the sun was setting and rode to the bottom where we hit the beach.
It was not made of sand, ground up rocks, it was made of actual tetragonal shaped crystals…millions of them and all different types! Locals were standing along the beach like this wasn't a miracle, to them it was normal. Kieran and his bike kind of fell into shallow water/sank and so went in after and pulled his bike out and started wheeling it along the beach, looking around to see where he was and he had just disappeared?
That's pretty much what I recall!