Enough…

I was watching bikers today.

Usually ordinary people, who for a week or two on the Island, become the so called: great explorers… very tired ones, very modern, classy, very nervous to make as much kilometers as they can. To say, I almost killed myself, but did it… I was watching them, when walking by the beach, with the sky blue, sea so calm, flowers and stones around me…

… yeah. No fun at all!!! Why people do it?

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