SaturDay SuperAbundant

Once again, we have concurred the waves, the wind and this time the rain. We made it to Tobago Cays, in the rain. A grey wet Friday followed by a just a grey, windy and wet Saturday morning. The day was brightened with pancakes a’la Matilde Style – meaning cheese and ham placed on the pancake, while still on the pan so that it can melt, the pancake flipped in half and served with freshly grounded black pepper on the top.

Afternoon - the sun broke through and eventually won the battle. I came out and had a look at surroundings, and concluded this is where the world ends; we have sailed to end of the world. A large reef provides us with a safety net and protects our boat from falling over the edge. To the right is the island where Jack Sparrow was abandoned and left to the mercy of the sun, sea and sand.

No internet, hardly any phone-connection ( not that it matters as my phone is out of credit and cannot be recharged before I reach the next habour) – I did not think that places like this, place where one can hide from the rest of the world still existed.

Questions in my mobile inbox are left unanswered and smoke-signals won’t reach them but hope my thoughts do.

Despite its isolated location, survival is made possible. Small colourfull boats from Clifton – Union Island come by to sell you fish, banana bread and t-shirts – you are never without hope or risk of dying at the end of the world.

The sun is swallowed by the sea and people retreat to their boats for cooking, drink beers, rum, water anything that washes away the taste of salt in your mouth that serves as an aromatic reminder of day spent snorkeling in the blue/green sea together with turtles and fish.

The barbeque is lit, fish placed in a safe distances above the coal and sweet plantain served for dessert. The world starts spinning around you – with just two colours and the simplest styles the most amazing sight brought to you from the Gods above. The power of the stars lights up the dark night and keeps you company throughout the night. They suck you up and make you one of their own. The nights at open sea are supreme and leave you hanging for more when the sun once again rises and claims the sky back.

SunDay “Swiftness”

Working and swimming with Turtles. Pizza made in a pressure cooker with success and a bottle of wine emptied – finishing ‘High Fidelity’ by Nick Hornby.

SunDay ups Monday Madness

Morning phone call from Europe! Sports news, everyday talk, chitchatting – giving me new inputs and positive energy. It persuades me to get out of bed, throw some fresh water in the head and get started on the day. And in the heat of the moment I forget what day is and I’m being friendly reminded by a text that it’s Monday and not Sunday – well guess times serves a limited purpose here, you just follow the rhythm of the sun and the heat that comes with it. Time is like the waves, slowly passing you by in a constant rhythm.

I crawl out of bed, have two cups of coffee, a slice of bread, a bit of reading, the sun burns and I make my escape to work. The sound of Kings of Convenience keeps me focus and the tones fits with movements of the sea. Still too warm to do any activities in the sun, waiting for the more mild golden/reddish sun to appear.