I stayed in the southern end of the city and walked to the closest beach, Foreshore Estate.
Passing under tall shady trees, dilapidated footpaths and cows searching for something to eat, I arrived at a long, wide stretch of beach. This sandy coastline would have been a joy to visit before the invention of plastic. Fishing boats nested in the sand. Fishers idled in the shade of their boats or untangled their nets.
On my visit however, it was a depressing sight. It was like a plastic wasteland. I had to turn around and leave the dismal sight.