The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

When it comes to the age-old debate of beach vs. mountains, I have to admit, my answer is as simple as a cool sea breeze: the beach wins every time. Picture it—sun on my face, the gentle warmth of sand beneath my feet, and the rhythmic sound of waves rolling in. It’s pure bliss. There’s something about the combination of sun, sea, and sand that just speaks to my soul.

The beach isn’t just about relaxation—it’s a full sensory experience. You can start with a lazy stretch on a lounger, soaking up some rays, then head into the water for a refreshing dip when the heat gets a bit much. If you’re lucky, there’s always some food nearby—perhaps freshly fried fish and chips or a classic 99 ice cream cone. And of course, for me, the cherry on top is being with my family. Watching my kids laugh and play, chasing waves or building sandcastles, fills me with joy. What more could anyone want?

The mountains, I’ll admit, are undeniably beautiful. They’ve got an air of mystery and majesty about them, perfect for photography. And while I can appreciate a great shot of a mist-covered peak or a sprawling valley, I’ll leave the hiking to someone else. Let’s be honest—climbing trails and braving rocky paths isn’t really my thing. I’m not built for trudging up slopes or scaling heights. My idea of a break doesn’t involve huffing and puffing my way to the summit.

For me, a day at the beach is everything a holiday should be: relaxed, simple, and full of life’s little pleasures. Mountains may be great for those seeking adventure, but for someone like me—who values calm, comfort, and connection—the beach is where my heart is. And frankly, after all the stresses of daily life, isn’t that what we’re all looking for?

So, the next time someone asks, “Beach or mountains?” you’ll find me with my toes in the sand, a sea breeze in my hair, and an ice cream in hand. Easy choice, really.