It happened very quickly and smoothly. There was suddenly nothing under my front foot and as I fell which seemed to go on for a while I had enough time to wonder when the fall was going to end. I had no panic in my heart or fear, these are mind games and require time to conjur up. It was only about a meter deep and as I had not had the time to prepare or tense myself I got away with minor grazes.

We had walked on the beach as I hoped to find a place to eat specially fresh seafood. There were one group of fishermen sorting through a catch of mostly whitebait. There is always some fish left to perish on the sand which seems such a waste. another hundred or so meters further and there are fishermen pulling a net out of water. They are walking backwards steadily and slowly in two parallel rows. all have a canvas belt or a rope slipped through a waterhose as a belt to which they have attached a rope. this rope with a knot at the end is slipped round the gathered sides of the net, the knot acting as a hook for a hold and then pulled back. we wait and watch as the catch is brought in, it is about 1.5 meters square and it is beating as the fish are wriggling almost as one. It is a fine net so you cant see the fish.
along the beach there are also blobs of transparent stuff which is most likely some kind of jelly fish, practically see-through.

since we cant find any cafes serving food here we head for the main road to get some food. We then went to a barbers for Ersan to get a hair cut. His hair is quite short but beyond a certain length it irritates him as it begins to curl.

The barber was in the Mandi (toilet) so we decided to have some tea and went to find a place. We asked at a few places, one of them offered us a packet of teabags which was not the point.

we noticed one place across the road and went to check it out. I walk across the lawn looking ahead at the place to see if I can see signs of tea makig facilities. I am also wondering why Ersan is walking on the path which takes longer to get to the tables
and then there is the empty sensation beneath my feet. The ditch ran for about 5 meters and was in front of the cafe under high roof, used for vehicle repairs.

I stay down for a short while to gather myself as Ersan and the people from the cafe gather. I feel ok and havent hit any major parts on the ledge and the bottom.

To top it all there is no tea! I clean up a little and we walk down the street and do find a place, a general store where a man sitting with wife and 3 daughters agrees to give us some tea. I dont even feel a shock, I cant remember where my mind was, obviously far far away from my feet at the time. Tea with sugar and a slice of sponge cake from a plastic tub on the table as well as a cigarette follows. Ersan tells me that he had shouted at me to watch out and the people from the cafe had also been shouting at me just befor the ditch but I had not been aware of this.

I stay while Ersan goes for his hair cut. The man is a seaman on tankers and has worked in Singapore where the money is much better than here. he has not worked 2 months now and seems unhappy about it. Their youngest daughter a 2 year old is sitting with them and is cute. few minutes later she  accidentally pushes the trays on the table towards me sending my empty tea glass and saucer crashing onto the floor. I am not superstitious so dont want a third crash later.