My eyes shut and I patrol around together with Legolas and Aragorn through Lothlorien. The Valley, the elves an green oasis free of all the anger and fear from Mordor, out of the reach for the Nazguls.
The noise of the water falls and creeks merges with the noise of the little river below me.
I’m in an Oasis so far from all the worries of the real world. So far away from consumption capitalism, terror and war. Far away from the anger and fear which is around us to torture us.
I’m at a place where everybody has what he needs but nobody has more than that. Just perfect.
With a honk there announces a Minibus its appearance. „ Porto Novo?“ the smiling driver calls me over and out of the paradise back to reality. After a few kilometers the dream is over and the lava Island is again what it is.
Barren, rocky – nothing what would remind you of the paradise behind the hilltops.
The ferry takes me back to the capital of the neighbor Island Sao Vicente, Mindelo. It’s the second biggest city of Cape Verde. 1850 the natural harbor was one of the most important hubs for the trade in the transatlantic maritime traffic. But that didn’t last long as about 60 years later Mindelo was replaced for this purpose by Las Palmas and Dakar.
On the flat screen of the fast ferry I watch music videos from local artist on Sao Vicente.
The Island is well known for its Music culture.
Slowly we run into the port.
It feels a little like coming home. I’m glad to stay another two months here in Sao Vicente.
We have about an hour sunlight left. Chantalle, Davy and Remko are still ripping.
They weren’ t willing to spend their time on spiritual self-discovery trips in remote valleys when there are non stop great surfing conditions in Sao Pedro. Understandable when you have to leave the next day.
I grab my gear and want nothing more than head out.
Like I missed it! Two days not on the water and I don’t want anything more than just merge. It’s not the same merge I had this morning in the valley. But the feeling on each great session is the same. I merge with my boom, my straps, my sail and my board. Gravity, water, waves, gusts become one with my toys. Everything becomes light and easy. I feel nothing else than control and want to begin to play.
Again everything else doesn’t matter. For two hours I’m in my world!
A litte spray on my buddy Remko and a big smile. – The Pinguin is back in its element.