Goa. The second page.
Feeling the pebbled sand under their feet, the mighty Ocean was again in the sight.
"Tomorrow is going to be a good day
with this current," the old man said.
"Where are you going?", the boy asked.
"Far out to come in when the wind
shifts. I want to be out before it is light."
He was an old man who fished alone
in a skiff in the Ocean and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking
a fish. He always thought of the sea as la mar which is what people
call her in Spanish when they love her.
Phrases copied with all the respect.
The message is clear enough while the most of the slowly burning bodies, who passed this sign by, did not literally understand this invitation: Goa is not real India, it is only a reflection of it; composed for the defined needs of the visitor.
These fishing boats are ready for the next hunt. Actually, they transport more like tourists nowadays.
"Some of the younger fishermen, those who had motorboats, spoke of her (the ocean) as el mar which is masculine. They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that withheld great favours, and if she did wild things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, the old man thought."
- Good luck old man.
He fitted the rope lashings of the
oars onto the those pins and, leaning forward against the thrust of the
blades in the water, he began to row out of the harbour. There were other
boats from the other beaches going out to sea and old man heard the dip
and pushed of their oars.
"I had heard the whispered tales of
immortality.
The deepest mystery from an ancient
book.
I scaled the frozen tops of eastern
lands unknown.
And drink the milk of Paradise.
A thousand years have come and gone,
but Time has passed us by.
Stars stopped in the sky, frozen
in an everlasting view.
Waiting for the world to end."
Water supplies are needed while the sand dynes get wasted.
A beggar insisted to have few rubes for his foolish service of showing a point of direction. He was still standing there when we returned from the delicious curry dinner. I hope his travel insurance would cover the necessary medical tests.
It is a jungle out there! You are more likely to spot wild life in this large national park, Margao. Accidentally I guess we did not spot any, or our group just did not pay enough for the wild life experience.
Ohoops! The encounter of the other jeep was dramatic. Our brave driver managed the situation as he managed to drive through this bumpy road six times per day, one hour per leg.
We divided the universe in many ways. Still, we like colour blinds, can not see the full range of cosmic colour with human eyes.
Walking on the sand, no messages in the bottle.