You walk up and put your hand to the rough stone of the cliff, not really believing it. But it is solid. Tiling your head back, you scan up the overhanging masses of brown and grey stone, a few clumps of bushes or hardy trees enlivening the prospect. Far above you can see the edge of the cliff, seemingly near the clouds.
Maybe if you were a professional with rock-climbing gear you could get up. Maybe. But you're not a rock climber and you certainly didn't think to buy rope or pitons when you got up this morning!
You take a few steps back, slowly shaking your head. You should have known something was up when you saw the tropical vegetation, but had dismissed it. How were you supposed to know that a walk in the park would end up with you stranded on some deserted beach in the tropics with no way back?
Your disbelieving numbness threatens to turn into panic as the surf behind you roars in your ears. No way back. That's what preoccupies as you turn back around to survey the beach. It's a picturesque beach, at least -- a nice stretch of white sand, a few dark grey rocks, perhaps fallen from the cliff, dotting the beach and the shallow water. And you have it all to yourself.
Too bad the knowledge of being alone terrifies you right now.
You try calling out, but there's no answer. Hugging yourself, you look around again. You see what appears to be a cave in the cliff a little further north up the beach. That might lead somewhere promising. Or at least get out of the chill -- while you think you are probably in the tropics, the ocean breeze, overcast sky and the shadow of the cliff combine for an uncomfortable coolness.
Other than that, your only options are to explore beyond the tumbled rocks to the north or south and see if you can find a way back up the cliff, or maybe some civilization. Or just wait here for something to happen -- given how surreal this is, maybe some other random thing will happen to get you out of this mess.