Dust & Echoes in Port Blossom
okay, so, i’m pretty sure i’m running on caffeine and regret. port blossom. seriously? it sounds like a bad romance novel. but honestly? it’s… something. i landed here yesterday, and the air is thick - like, you can almost chew it. it’s 20.31 degrees, feels like 20.77, and the pressure’s sitting at 1011. humidity’s a whopping 91%. the ground level is 957, which, i don’t know, just feels… significant. i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.
first off, the locals. they’re… intense. like, genuinely intense. they mostly communicate through pointed glances and the occasional grunt. i overheard a conversation about the best way to pickle *seaweed - apparently, it’s a serious debate. someone told me that the old lighthouse keeper, Silas, keeps a ledger of every seagull that lands on the rocks. it’s… unsettling. if you get bored, Oakhaven is just a short drive away, apparently. it’s got a surprisingly good taco truck.
my accommodation is a converted shipping container - it’s basically a metal box with a bed and a questionable shower. it’s fine. it’s gritty. it’s real. i found a little place called ‘The Rusty Cog’ - it’s a bar that serves something called ‘dock water’ (don’t ask). it’s sticky and vaguely floral. i’m pretty sure it’s made with regret and old fishing nets.
spent the afternoon wandering around the docks. it’s a chaotic mess of fishing boats, rusty cranes, and guys yelling about the price of cod*. i stumbled upon a street artist, Leo, who’s painting murals on the walls - mostly abstract stuff with a lot of blues and greens. he said he’s trying to capture the ‘essence of the brine.’ i bought one of his prints - it looks like a swirling vortex of sadness and fish.
found a TripAdvisor page for the place - it’s mostly just people complaining about the seagulls. Yelp has a few reviews about the dock water, which are… enthusiastic. i heard that it’s “an acquired taste.” i’m not sure I’m acquiring anything.
seriously, the weather is weird. it’s like a perpetual drizzle mixed with a hint of sunshine. it’s giving me major existential dread vibes. i need more coffee. and maybe a therapist.
checking out the local board for events - seems like there’s a seaweed festival next week. i’m… intrigued. i also found a link to a local seafood restaurant: The Salty Siren - looks promising, but probably involves more dock water.
overall, port blossom is… a lot. it’s not pretty. it’s not polished. it’s just… there. and maybe that’s exactly what i needed. i’m gonna go find another coffee. and maybe try to avoid eye contact with anyone.
ps. i’m pretty sure i just saw a seagull wearing a tiny hat.
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