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I visited the place that used to be my home and did a lot of walking and thinking. I was again surprised by the unbelievably immersing power of the past, no matter how satisfying our present.
Rather than try explain my thoughts to the internet, I give you this; take a walk with me.
This little trail going just out of the tiny village and back into it has seen the footsteps of every inhabitant and visitor, from a couple’s stolen moment to kids on skateboards. I’ve walked, conversed, cried, prayed, run, laughed and thoughtfully paced that path myself many times.
What I’m trying to get at is the special, intangible nature of places, even a short concrete path circling above an ocean of trees. The past may have its monsters and memories, but here is something to put your feet on.
**copyright Elna Schütz 2014**
For more pictures of the Forest, check this out.
With exams over and quickly forgotten, my best friend and I adventured through our beautiful country. After packing up my room into a few too many boxes and cramming my little Corsa full of bags, a guitar and on occasion a friendly dog, we set off for all the mountains, ocean and forest we could reach.
As with any good story, trying to build a mosaic for you from all the little detailed memories would probably just result in a blurry picture. So, I’ll try to show you some threads of happiness from the two very beautiful weeks..
Since I’m something of a storyteller both by profession and nature, one of my favourite parts of travelling is the inspiring people and tales you get to connect with. After selling his camping equipment business and house to travel through Africa, an American sits in Coffee Bay, telling us about musicians he thinks changed the world. In Port Edward we spend hours hearing about Taiwan from a woman who unexpectedly found a new home there. The little wooden house in the Hogsback forest was built by our friend Helen’s patient hands and big dreams.
Typically travelers are said to seek adventure, but sometimes I think they’re just looking for time and the right space to think. Our country definitely has nature beautiful enough to shut up even the loudest life. Scrambling up the side of a hill spilling into the sea, getting sprayed by playful waterfalls and simply staring at a truly majestic mountain – this gives me a faith in goodness that the four walls of the city will never quite manage.
There’s much more to tell, of course… But, as the Nelson Mandela capture site sculpture reminded me again, you don’t really understand the full picture until you’re sitting in the middle.
PS> Pictures are guarded by the copyright owl for either me or miss Bettina Lukas.
PPS> Ben Howard supplied our roadtrip soundtrack. Here’s a taste.