by Emma. Cliquez ici pour l’article de Damien. Click here for photos of there.
It’s hard to put into words the toe-curling bliss of Havelock Island. The tugging, lulling warmth of the impossibly blue water, the corner-of-the-eye bustling of hermit crabs on frosted beaches, the beautiful stretches of luxurious solitude, a coconut swing swaying in a perfect breeze; it is a place of absolute happiness.
Absolute happiness is a strange beast. On Havelock, I was absolutely, unquestionably happy. Dizzyingly happy. And yet, time set me on edge. In the desperate silence of the exam halls of the past, treacherous time took jagged heart-wrenching leaps. Here, underwater, it drifted. I could count my heart beats, breathing as if asleep. My world had been dipped in paradise and moments were slipping away. It was an exquisite torture. I became hyper aware of time, of perfect moments. I trailed my fingers through icing sugar sands, spied on congregations of crabs, played with puppies, floated in bliss at sunset, admired an enchanting cow, wandered through a jungle, ignored tales of crocodiles, followed an octopus, fell in love with clownfish and dove my first wreck. I became giddy on technicolour, having tumbled down the most wonderful rabbit hole. And in no time at all, it was over.