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By Ayesha Durrani
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These photos are from the ferry ride over to Nicoya Coast from Pentarenas. We drove for a few hours on dirt roads to get to Mal Pais where i am now at my hostel.
The roads we drive over are bad, some dirt, and we don't have seatbelts in the back row so we are being thrown around the van along with our (very loud) backpacks.
There can be no sleep, instead we simply pause to watch the grace around us, listen to the crickets who manage to be louder than the violent winds coming in through every open window and the about-to-break-down car sounds. It is almost 9, the darkness sits thick outside the van and it is still just slightly too hot, the air is like flowers, we all became aware at once that we were smiling the whole way.
My head had been stuck out my window for at least ten minutes; I have never ever seen so many stars. I didn't know that you could from Earth. It is like when I found out, upon receiving my first pair of glasses, that you could see the moon's craters from Earth. So it seems that this new air and new life is making me see more clearly as well, because above us is a blanket of stars.
They remind me of the view from our third flight, they remind me of the lights of the towns we saw as we flew over Nicaragua. A sprinkling of candles too many to count. So I see the sky now as another country, or a province, something where there is clearly life.
I felt when I arrived last night that I had turned away from the warmest things in my life. I see now that this was a disloyalty to my self, to my personal evolution, to the voyage I have known I needed to take for a long time. If I've lost anything, I accept the loss. Now I aim to allow the violent wind coming in through the car window to lead me, I want to whirl continually according to it's circuits.
Some time back I knew I had to leave Vancouver, I felt a voyage just around the corner, I felt it give off heat and kiss my nose and cheeks. I'm here now, opening to it.
Ecclesiastes
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One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.
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The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
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The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
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All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Photos by Ayesha Durrani
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