The road is Opening in Wonderful Ways...
I am sitting on the terrace at Zamaca, there is a strong cooling breeze; this morning we ran for eight miles along the road with bananas growing either side.
We left early, before the sun was fully up, and before the road was busy carrying the people to work in the fields...
We ran for four miles out, winding our way up to a glorious view over the southern tip of the island... And on the way back we met all the trucks, full of people hanging out from the sides, waving and calling to us as they passed...
Later...
We left Zamaca and headed to Sandy Beach again. The airport is right by the sea and so we have just had lunch under the sea grape trees for the last time.
It is much quieter today than yesterday, when there was a busy noisy holiday atmosphere - and it is very windy, so the kite surfers have ideal conditions... There is an atmosphere of timeless calm, every so often the peace is interpreted by the roar of a plane taking off.
It seems to be a busy airport...
In four hours we will be aboard one of the planes rather than watching them, and we will be leaving this beautiful island in the sun far behind...
I have always enjoyed travel... In the past I was aware of often liking the travelling to a destination better than the arriving...
A few years ago I journeyed with my friend Ange to run with Chris Rhys Howarth on his penultimate leg when he was running across Kenya. Ange was sponsoring the making of his film and so we flew to Nairobi, and then the next day travelled by car together for eleven hours along the long, long Mombassa road....
The journey was made three hours longer due to my 'map reading'. We had set off at 6am from and at 9am arrived back where we had begun, having driven for an hour and a half in the opposite direction to where we were meant to be going!
We stopped for a cup of coffee and set off again....
And after eleven hours in a car, talking all the way and seeing this brand new land unfolding before us, we could have driven together for ever... The journey seemed almost too short...
I experienced this too when travelling in Europe to run races... Spending a few days driving, and then stopping to eat, and driving on and staying a night somewhere - before arriving where we had been heading for - was for me the perfect way of living....
And now I am living if as a way of life...
Anadi likes moving on too... So, although we know where we are going until September, after that it is all a mystery....
When we headed out of Eastbourne on September 1st last year, carrying all we owned with us, we had put a year ahead in the diary... The purpose of this was to give us some structure within the huge transition and the 'not knowing...'
And, as we journey we are finding that we like to journey...
The road which is opening in wonderful and unexpected ways ahead of us is revealing to us all we need to know...
And so far we are finding that the journeying on the road to nowhere is taking us deeper within on our inner journey, towards living in a way that is true to ourselves...
