While here I visited the lighthouse several times looking for different angles and light, but my most memorable time was the first day. The locals call the month after July "Fogust" and for good reason. It could be clear and within thirty minutes everything is blanketed and then maybe an hour later it goes away, thus the lighthouse. So there I was climbing on the rocks just past the "do not climb on rocks" sign and the fog started to roll in. I'm fifty meters in front of the lighthouse contemplating the beautiful mist when out of nowhere the automated fog horn sounds. Those horns can be heard for miles, and possibly a few of the swear words I uttered in response as I grabbed on to a rock to keep from falling over. Yup, that's me, stoo-pid tourist.
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