Kiama Adventure: A Day Playing with the Pacific Ocean

⏰ At 7 AM, the Blowhole sneezed loudly! "Ah-choo!" 💧 🌈 Suddenly, a rainbow leapt out of the spray, startling me so much that my sandwich almost fell into the sea. A nearby seagull tilted its head at me, as if saying, "Hey, newbie, don't be so surprised!" 🪨 In the rock pool, ten crabs were sunbathing. I secretly dipped my toes into the water, and they immediately raised their claws and started a tango. A wave suddenly rolled in, delivering a striped pebble to me—surely the Pacific's QR code, though I couldn't scan it. 🥪 At noon, I picnicked under the lighthouse, tasting the sea breeze in my sandwich. The old man selling ice cream said, "This is a local specialty, called 'South Pacific seasoning.'" Nearby, a group of kids were trying to fish for seabirds with French fries (unsuccessfully), their laughter crisper than the waves. 🏴‍☠️ The tidal zone in the afternoon was a treasure hunter's paradise! Hermit crabs raced around in their "shell sports cars," and sea anemones secretly painted my fingers with fluorescent colors. I suddenly spotted a glass marble in a rock crevice—perhaps a mermaid's lost toy? 🌆 At dusk, all the rocks began to glow. Turns out the seawater had been charging them all day, and now they were in night mode! The waves slapped against the rocks with a "pop-pop" rhythm, as if asking, "Will you come back tomorrow?" (On the way home, I shook three grains of sand and a seagull's mocking laugh out of my hair. Deep in my backpack, the pebble was quietly exuding the scent of sea salt.) Kiama, New South Wales