Yesterday, I brought some egg tarts, chicken nuggets, corn, baked bread slices, two bottles of boiled water (750ml + 500ml), three bottles of drinks, and a dual-line kite. I took a taxi to the subway entrance, which was 1.2 kilometers away. I always felt it wasn't worth it. Usually, I walk home on the way back. On the way there, I always felt like I didn't have enough time.
When I arrived, I first went to the bathroom to wash my hands, then found a suitable spot to start eating and drinking. At that time, I felt the wind was really strong, and my bag was almost blown away by the wind. I had to press it down to keep it in place.
I started flying the kite. The dry beach was filled with tents, and there were people coming and going. There was a bit of risk in making money with the wind. I moved away from the tents to a wetter part of the beach to fly. When a gust of wind came, the kite line got tangled together, and it went straight up into the sky, spinning uncontrollably. It spun for about a minute before crashing into a pile of rocks by the sea. I asked my older child to check if the kite was broken, and they said it was. I ran over to take a look; the problem wasn't too serious. It had fallen apart mainly because some clips had come off. It wasn't a big issue; I reassembled it and continued flying, but I had to change locations.
I held the kite while my older child held the two handles, about 25 meters apart. When people passed by, we tried to keep the line close to the beach. Once we reached a suitable spot, everything was ready, and we waited for the wind. When the wind came, the kite flew up for about a minute, but then the wind died down, and the kite started to drift down as if the line was cut. This happened several times. My older child wanted to drink water, so I waited a few more minutes, but there was still no wind. Alright, I guess it counts as flying. Time to pack up.
After packing up, a strong wind picked up, and I felt like my hat was about to blow off. A tent got blown askew. This fisherman's hat doesn't have a stiff brim; it's not very firm or shaped. Now I see the benefit of that; it becomes soft and floppy when the wind blows, making it harder to blow away.
My wife went to take pictures of the waves and found that only recording video made it easier to capture the biggest splashes. Then she realized in the group chat that buying stocks at the bottom and selling at the peak is indeed very difficult.
When we went, it was low tide, and the high tide was more than ten meters away. Before leaving, I carved some words on a flat stone, and then my two children also started to write and draw.
On the subway, I witnessed a scene: a family of three. When the mother jumped onto the train while the subway was beeping for an emergency, the doors closed at that moment. The father, holding the child, waved, and then the mother communicated with the father that they could only get off at the next station and wait.
There was also cosplay on the subway, but I didn't recognize any of them.