The capsizing path

by Vincent Lecoq (France)

I didn't expect to find France

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Corsica island, France. How a family trip to one of the most beautiful beach of the world could go wrong ? Actually, with me, adventures happen at any moment. A long spoilt road under a blazing sun, that's how a lot of adventures begin, right ? We had no choice, we tried to find another way, a friendly path, but we had to leave the car behind us, in the middle of nowhere. Actually, I was here with my family, enjoying holidays, as numerous other families. So we had to reach one of the most beautiful beach by walking, there is no parking close to the water, everyone has to park the car in the aisle of the old road made only to reach the sea. Usual travel constraint. With big bags, our food, swim stuff,... Reaching the first beach ? Check. But it is not finish, heaven is further. People stay under the harassing sunshine, while we have a long walk under flourishing trees. Not so bad. If this is leaving the comfort zone, I am in. On the way, I see a beautiful island, attainable by walking on a sandbank. Splitting the sea to finally discover a peaceful place ? Obviously I want to go there ! But we don't have enough time according to my father. Family holidays are made to chill with your loved ones, let's follow the group, feel the warm and fine sand, play beach-volley under hot weather, then get into the fresh water and see wonderful fishes and underwater landscapes with an action cam. And after a little moment, go back to the car quietly... Hey, running isn't quiet ! Come back, where are you going ? Not enough time to see the island ? Here the story could have end if I was able to stay straight. But I ran, with flip flops, under the flourishing trees, going back to the warm and dead area. To the island. Running with flipflops and bags under the warm weather isn't easy. Actually, this is a pretty dumb idea. But it leads to new epopee. The most of the time, my little recklenesses don't become interesting stories. Those are just enjoying moments. I leave all my stuff - phone, clothes, ... - under an old tree and I begin the crossing. I keep an eye behind me to be back before my family have to wait for me, to watch my stuff. Now I am walking with water above my knees, action cam in one hand and hope in the other one. But something is going wrong, I feel it. I know I can cross by swimming I couldn't go by walk... It is happening now. The water goes up. The sea is rising, engulfing the path. It will be too long to go and come back by swim, about-turn ! For this epopee, there is a plot. What is this noise ? Some people, as me, are heading back, far. Another call. A woman screaming. She is so far ! I can't really see here. Maybe she panics. Okay, I'm coming... In fact, this is my job. As a firefighter, I can help people. I have to as well, but this is not a drudgery for me, obviously. I approach and see here, carrying her little girl. Am I a boat to you ? She tells me to carry the girl, she can come back by herself. So I follow here to be sure she has no issue, taking care of the girl. I see my family on the beach. The woman is really happy, she didn't die, no thanks however, or maybe I was already gone to join my family. Have a nice day, I have to hurry to go back to the other side of the island. This time, it is by car, six in the hot car, and this is in the middle of beautiful mountain and rock landscapes. Discover Corsica.