And, after wandering around the beach a bit, I finally decided to find transportation. It turned out that this task was not as simple as I had initially thought.
Thus, the search for transportation continued. The town I had reached, in essence, consisted of a single road stretching for many kilometres along the beach with houses on both sides. The road was not too busy with cars, but there were no sidewalks or anything similar, so I had to walk practically on the roadway. Moreover, from time to time it was squeezed between two fences. In general, although there were few cars, walking was not very comfortable.
I didn't find any hints of bus stops, and I hadn't seen any taxis yet.
Nevertheless, not having any better ideas, I continued walking through this town, thinking about how nice it would be right now in my five-star hotel in Saint Helier, which is called the Grand Hotel (I think it's the only 5* on the island). The choice of this hotel was quite random and was mainly based on its location: on the one hand, it was on the first line by the sea, on the other hand, it was in the capital of the island, which is a transport hub for all bus routes. Since the price was not much higher than in other 3* and 4* hotels, I decided to stay there. But at the moment, it was far away, and I could walk to it for another day and a half of my short journey. And then an opportunity presented itself.
The opportunity came in the form of a police car parked on the side of the road and a local policeman talking on the phone inside the car. Just what I needed! I'll ask you about local bus stops or taxi stands. In response to my question about a taxi or bus stop (at the word "taxi" he suspiciously smiled as if I wanted something unusual in such a wilderness), instead of directions, I was offered a ride to the local stop.
That's how this part of the adventure ended. After arriving at the stop and waiting for my 12th bus, after an hour's journey, I finally checked into the hotel.
Of course, in terms of quality, the hotel, alas, lived up to the best English traditions. Apparently, the hotel got its 5 stars for the pool and a Michelin-starred restaurant, but everything else was at the level of English guest houses. Nevertheless, there was a place to stay, and as Bear Grylls says, it's better than nothing.
I decided to spend the rest of the evening strolling around Saint Helier. Opposite it is a castle, which, as far as I heard, should be accessible on foot at low tide, and turns into an island at high tide. However, I didn't understand these tides and assumed that if there was a high tide in the morning, there should be a low tide in the evening. However, going out to the promenade, I saw that there was no road to the castle - it had disappeared, drowned. So all that was left was to take a couple of photos of the castle from afar and make plans for tomorrow.
For tomorrow, the plan was to visit the town of Saint Brelade with, perhaps, the most famous beach on the island and visit the lighthouse, also known for its beautiful rocky views during low tide and located at the very southwestern tip of the island.