You know the best part of travelling? the transit. The airport stop. The train ride. The speed boat ride to the island. The hike to the top of the world. The going down to see the fishes’ home.
I loved the boat ride to the island. Loved. I love the feeling of ‘freedom’. Have you seen the seas, when you’re in between islands? Its vast and spectacular. Wind in the hair. For a moment, I forget all my worries and feel so small and insignificant. And its great that I feel so small.
That moment brings tears to my eyes, dad and I share the same love for nature. And for a while I almost forget that he died, and he is never coming back. And I will never ever get a chance to tell him how beautiful the world is to me.