The clickerty clack of the needles, the chanting and clapping, the boat heaving, the repetitive sound of the band, chinking of glasses, the heat, the lack of sleep. I break into a sweat and start to drift into a trance
The next stages will take me to the end of the Earth, twice, via the coast of death and I’m a bit apprehensive of what might be in store.
Heading back, the sky becomes a perfect light show of emerging colours and shapes, the whispy clouds taking the hues of the setting sun. A pink haze grows above the water and brings our the turquoise green of the briny foreground. A gentle gradient washes up to the blue sky which is punctured by the bright white speck of the moon. It’s a beautiful experience and grows in intensity until the surface of the water takes on a fiery orangey red set against the silhouette of houses poking up over the cliffs. It sit and drift in it for a while bobbing around, immersed in the spectacle.