Every year, I look for one photo for myself, one that will describe the season, tourism, or what they would say "peak". I save it among the sea of other photos on my phone, but it happens after a few years that I see it, that I am (un)pleasantly surprised and return to the state and time when it was created. These are usually spontaneous situations, like when a celestial star burns, the asphalt is about to melt, and two people collide or their cars squeal, creating a queue from Kotor to Bar. Or it's a fight over a parking space, pirate discs in front of the Old Town, sometimes it's a menu with errors in the English translation, and there are also beautiful pictures, it's not like there aren't any, camping on Mirišta, the fortress above Kotor at night, the road sign Ljuta, Searock festival or sunset on Ada.
I took some photos myself, and some are sent to me. It's like people know that I love these quirks that really speak a thousand words. So, a few days ago, a friend sent me a photo that speaks better of the season, tourism, the future, us and the country than all the projections, calculators, new planes, crowds at the Tivat airport, news on the news about the percentage of tourists arriving and income from the season.
A punching bag has also been installed on the beach in Čanj. So, where there might be showers, tables for massage or table tennis, a yoga podium or some kind of awnings to escape from the sun and relax, in Čanj they put a bag in that place for you to empty yourself. Isn't that naive? It's not a coincidence? It's not even wrong!
Because those who travel, get into crowds, sink into frustrations. When he can barely find a parking space, when he gets out of the car like that, he might want to stab someone more than jump into the water to take a bath. Maybe they charge for the entrance to the beach and the sunbed, but the kick in the sack must be free. Hit it brother, it's rolling, welcome to Montenegro!
Let's face it, on the big beaches in Brazil, people train, throw their legs up in the air, practice various martial arts, they don't just play volleyball and football. But their beaches are like squares, spacious, wide, there is room for everyone. Ours are not quite that wide, but here, when a tourist gets out of the water and starts to rest a little, to hear fists crashing against some kind of ski or imitation leather, to see how some brother is standing at 40 degrees, beating an imaginary opponent, striking into the sack as if it were the hour of judgment.
Everything is as it should be. If it weren't for that bag, they'd be fools. This way, everything is going in its own way. I guess we will find tourists who also like it, we will find the target group. We just have to stop lying to ourselves. Because whenever we think that "this kind of beauty does not exist anywhere in the world", it is better to push for what really does not exist, which is perhaps a punching bag on the beach. Experts will know better than me whether the bag is for kickboxing or boxing, but that is also secondary, it is important that it is there as a symbol, as a picture of the season.
For some, that bag is the last thing that comes to their mind, and for some, it is the first item. She wouldn't be here if she didn't have a purpose. There are no coincidences. Need and demand, the invisible hand of the market, will say expert economists who can be found under every stone. It's good, the current comes and goes, the crowd is constant, that's why everyone who is on the edge, who pisses on the daily level, who enters the red light, in the direction of Čanj, should shake the bag while he has breath, and then run and jump into the water. That must be a good story. It is a perfect advertisement for our tourism. Finished script. Awards would be pouring in at festivals. It would be more honest than drone shots of natural beauty with exaggerated empty epic sentences.
Hit first then jump into the water!
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