From the airplane window the ocean extends forever. Impossible blue of water blending seamlessly into impossible blue of sky. Clouds, vast systems, reacting to events half a world away.
The first view is surreal. Otherworldy. Am I Here? Really?
Find lodging, Ditch backpack, get wheels, strap on 12 pounds of camera gear. Go. GO.
be
It doesn't matter about the bike. Hardly anything matters here. I mean look at it.
look at it
restorative. it is bloody hot. I'm sweating like a whore in church. Replenishment. Keep going. It is just a tiny scrap of land south of the equator in the middle of nowhere/in the middle of everywhere. The belly button of the world. Beyond that beer can there ain't nothin' but ocean for 4000 miles.
Circumnavigate. Yes, yes. See it all. What is that old Leo Kottke song that keeps fleeting through my head? "I wish i had a tiny island, floating in the sea. Palm trees sway, don't get in the way, its a tropical ease."
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