Early morning, breakfast in the open cockpit under clear blue skies.
The seagulls are crying in the distant as they hunt for their own food. Perfect weather, no wind in our bay and you can almost hear the wasps buzz about a few meters up shore, it’s postcard perfect.
You secure for sea, and lose the beam lines, raise the anchor and prepare to make way; it’ll be clear beautiful day at sea.
Clear the deck and ease out on the throttle, remove the main sail cover and take her up in irons.
Hoist the mainsail, and bear away as you let the jib out, let the colors fly in the wind and shut the engine off. Set your course and adjust your tack angle and beat south. The silence set’s in as the wind fills the main and the jib, the speed sets in and a pull on the main sheet brings her up to come about around the outer reef markers, grab the wheel, feel the sea pull a little in the rudder almost as a welcome, you’re in control, freedom ahead. Perfection, the sea the sun, nature at it’s best and purest form, hearing the water beat against the beam, ahh perfection ahh freedom…..
Beeep beeep beeep,(mp3 out of batteries) “xia yi zhan shanxinan lu (下一站陕西南路) next stop shanxi road”
Who said that? What!!
Where am I?
Right,
on the subway on my way to school, on a Tuesday morning, and I’m actually not alone… Was I singing along to old Louis “wonderful world” as I was dreaming myself away to a, let’s call it "a more peaceful place" than the number one shanghai metro line on a rainy Tuesday morning during the Parksson sale (the department store on top of my station)?
How embarrassing, the older lady across from me smiles when she sees my confused facial expression as I realize I've been singing out loud and I slur out some mix of Chinese, English and Swedish, would that be French(?) and explain that I’m not awake yet.
Her smile turns into a giggle and a few others join her, thank God this is my stop. I spend the rest of the day feeling completely out of place, not knowing what is up and down, actually, I spend the whole week felling like that.
Shanghai is great, fantastic and the best place in the world to be, but this time of year with the constant rain, the cold northern wind, the fact that I always manage to catch the rush our on the subway, and the otherwise high paced life that you live here (that I normally enjoy and really, can’t wait to get back to when away from it), sometimes, these last few days, makes you want to take a break and spend a few days down on some beach where you could read a book under a warm sunny sky.
You know reading a book that’s in English or Swedish, that’s not about Chinese history or grammatical rules, a book you can read and comprehend as you down drinks that could only be described as what a rainforest would look like if it would turn gay and decide to come out strong,lot's of sparkling stuff and green leaves, never mind, they get the job done right? Oh, to be allowed to doze off on some tropical island and just forget about the world for a day or two just to recharge you know.
God how I hate the fact that at the time you feel like you need a vacation the most, is also the time when you can’t take it, well, that is sort of a given isn’t it? The rule of wanting what you can’t have applies here too. I guess you are just going to have to come up with a way to cope with the everyday life and push on through until the next vacation, the next time you can lay down on a warm beach and just read.
Well in the meantime I guess you’ll just have to learn to appreciate the smaller things in life like the color of the sky or the feel of a cool spring breeze on your face……….
what was that?
the sky is as grey as the berlin wall and the breeze is bloody freezing! Send me off to a Thai beach at once please!
Well be well out there!
Cheers!