Quiet and sandy beach. End of August there was a huge pile of seaweed on the beach (accompanied by a smell that would even make the fiercest warrior cry on the spot) Also there were tiny jellyfish in the water that seemed harmless to me (Disclaimer: Please note that I’m not a doctor nor a marine biologist. If you die, myself, nor any of my associates, nor my mother, can be held responsible. If you get seriously hurt and you see me walking on the street later that day, I will deny everything. My mother also. I will deny her existence on the spot. No just kidding, I don’t want to be slapped in the face in front of you by my mom).