Just came back from the fellowship with Uvic CCF member, and invited by Evan to join their fire camp at the beach ( which is a monthly event for backpackers in Ocean Island). Without realise what really it is, I just go. Since I am very free also, why not? was actually thought that they just going to some bar or club called "Beach".
Following their step, they went to the liquor store in the mid of the journey, to get some liquor and beer, then only I found out that they really want to go to the beach, which is about 30 minute walk, across the Beacon Hill park. Walking through the park in the mid of the night, is my first time. The road was so dark, and it felt creepy when going across the lumpy path in the woods, with sound of the crowd everywhere, shine up the journey only by the little moonlight.
There is something interesting about the beach in Victoria Island, which is most of the beach is not made up of sand, but stone, and there are a lot of wooden abandon there. By the time we reach the beach, there are already others Islanders there, sitting around the big fire they set up. The wind from the sea is very cold, but the fire is enough to keep everyone stay warm. Everyone drinking, chatting, getting know each others as there are some new friends, some playing music....
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the time is burning, and people are getting more drunk with the consumption of alcohol. There are some quarrel happen between, some getting aggressive,in the meanwhile some flirting with others, 4 hours had pass and left only few people.
Taking care of the drunken Evan is a tired task. He become emotional aggressive, and keep on scream and shout, is hard to taking care of him, yet harder to forsake him and go back alone. Taking a slow walk, back to the Ocean Island with Evan,and I felt a relief.
It is half pass 2 the midnight, it will be a good sweet dream. Well, it is still a wonderful night with a lot of agenda inside, making it more exited, and putting more flavour to the beach party, not a bad ending anyway. Thanks God for giving me so many experience here in Victoria.
Following their step, they went to the liquor store in the mid of the journey, to get some liquor and beer, then only I found out that they really want to go to the beach, which is about 30 minute walk, across the Beacon Hill park. Walking through the park in the mid of the night, is my first time. The road was so dark, and it felt creepy when going across the lumpy path in the woods, with sound of the crowd everywhere, shine up the journey only by the little moonlight.
There is something interesting about the beach in Victoria Island, which is most of the beach is not made up of sand, but stone, and there are a lot of wooden abandon there. By the time we reach the beach, there are already others Islanders there, sitting around the big fire they set up. The wind from the sea is very cold, but the fire is enough to keep everyone stay warm. Everyone drinking, chatting, getting know each others as there are some new friends, some playing music....
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the time is burning, and people are getting more drunk with the consumption of alcohol. There are some quarrel happen between, some getting aggressive,in the meanwhile some flirting with others, 4 hours had pass and left only few people.
Taking care of the drunken Evan is a tired task. He become emotional aggressive, and keep on scream and shout, is hard to taking care of him, yet harder to forsake him and go back alone. Taking a slow walk, back to the Ocean Island with Evan,and I felt a relief.
It is half pass 2 the midnight, it will be a good sweet dream. Well, it is still a wonderful night with a lot of agenda inside, making it more exited, and putting more flavour to the beach party, not a bad ending anyway. Thanks God for giving me so many experience here in Victoria.
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