I saw the owners son coming down the hill on his bicycle holding a hapless chuck by its legs flapping its wings wildly. A wicker basket with salad veg and herbs was attached to the back. The fat chef pointing at my approaching very alive bird shouted ‘Your dinner!’ grinning happily, I grinned back queasily.
Aquamarine almost glowing water which I gratefully dived into. The crashing water became deafening as I swam closer and the frigid water was so exhilarating that I gasped. In these falls and the deep pool, I felt truly cleansed and also the sensation was almost like a baptising if you will, a renewal of positive life force. If this sounds too hippy-dippy try it for yourself some time. As I meditated on this I felt completely rejuvenated.
Their saucer sized eyes looked dispassionately on and in an effort the keep down in the very salty water I adopted a weird Buddhist like pose which I still remember doing
Before hunting, they would seek blessings from the god or spirit caretaker of animals by offering animal-shaped wood carvings as a replacement to the real animal. For instance, they offer a blyok-biyok or carved wooden pig in exchange for a wild boar.
But I don’t fucking know where I’ll be going, I don’t travel this way I wander freely. I book as I’m going along. I am a FREE SPIRIT” I whined, now even disgusted by myself, to the now decidedly frosty bitch from hell.
‘Now all good. No problem’ he said. You’re sure this is going to be OK?’ I said squinting at him suspiciously.
I could imagine myself slumping around on a bejewelled divan groaning at the heat, and dipping my hand in to splash water on my face while inhaling sweet perfume from beautiful flowers I’m sure I had some fabulous palace in an earlier incarnation.
To imagine the little hands lovingly playing with them, seen across the millenia, laughing with joy maybe even having fights about who should have a go next. Also the larger hands that lovingly made these things for the then, apples of their eye.
‘Seize the day’ is my motto and thank the dear lordy lord I did considering the difficulties now. I do wonder if I sensed something ominous in the air, I was in such a rush to squeeze in as much as possible. I felt maybe it was because I was getting older and wanted to test myself with big adventures but now I believe it was some kind of premonition….
Then there are the scammers who adore mature women travelling alone. They act like some kind of gigolos (Really? Have they even looked in a mirror?)