It’s all whizzing by so fast now! I’m watching the miles tick by and it’s making me a bit nervous. I’ve mixed feelings, of elation and apprehension. Some excitement too. How do people go back to real life after sailing the seas?
Our ration of sweet things ran out over a week ago. Alan, the captain, disappears into his cabin and returns with a Toblerone bar. I make a mental note to remember to have my own secret stash on future voyages. Surprising the rest of the crew is priceless. We each break off a piece – dessert for the evening – and leave the rest in its packet in the middle of the table.
We’ve eaten well on board, a little too well and I know I’ve definitely put on some weight. The lack of ability to exercise has been frustrating, but I’ve resisted keeping up with the boys’ daily press-ups and sit-ups in favour of lounging in the hammocks and watching sunlight speckle the ocean surface with a million diamond fragments. Between losing myself in Paulo Coelho books and reflections brought on by the Ya Ya Sisterhood, I’ve been listening to Keith Richards on my MP3 player. Stories. People. Life. I can’t get enough.
And I’m writing like a woman possessed, articles and diaries full of thoughts about past and future, about opportunity. Out of nowhere come contemplations on life and philosophies that reveal some growth and the start of a connection with something a bit bigger. And hope and confidence. For the world and everything in it, including little me. Cabin fever has got to me, it would seem, in a crazy, creative sense.
Two days later and we glimpse land for the first time since leaving the Galapagos. With no deep-rooted earthiness, in some respects this coral collective is a bit of a cheat claim to sighting land, but the tree-lined strip of the atoll nonetheless breaks up a constant flat horizon and reminds us of a different view, of a world we were part of not too long ago.
Later I wrote in my diary that it
‘was so exciting to see something other than ocean! Birds were flocking towards it, around it. Signs of life. Wonderful.’
Suddenly the excitement of a piece of chocolate is put into perspective. It was important, for sure, but this sighting? Something else.
4 responses to “Winding up life on board”
I enjoy your writing. More than that, I’ve felt those things in my life as well, and I love to have those little collections of memories come attacking back. A tall glass of lemonade in the heat of summer.
Thanks for taking the time to comment… I’m glad you can relate to my ramblings! Enjoy the rest of 2012 and your musical round-up.
Love your journey, a sort of pilgrimage I think. Good for you, spending time reading and writing and learning about life, and most of all, yourself. Congratulations on completing an amazing journey. 🙂
Thanks Cat for sticking with me and the blog… and for your lovely comments.