The quest of my genuine self took me to a paradisiac black hole.
Swirled by two giant mantas after a long swim with a gentile whale shark in the open ocean and I am feeling alive.
Is one of those intense hot heavy summer days, so hot I am sipping a Coronita. I am still smiling from my cosmic swim this morning. Now fresh out of the ocean and still on my bathing suit I survey the insolated and unhabituated gem.
Equipped in a golf cart I set myself to explore the 40km of island. Along beautiful virgin beaches and sandy unpaved and unpopulated roads I see a turbaned man. He looks hot, by hot I mean sweaty, dehydrated, and lost in the middle of what it feels like nothing.
Wait a minute. Do I know him?
The only way to arrive to this place is by boat or plane. I took a small 6-person boat to paradise yesterday. He was sitting next to me.
We exchanged a few words. Yes, is him. I offer him a ride.
4 years later, 3 homes, over a dozen countries visited and one baby boy later and you can find us adveturing in West Africa.
