No Man's Land, Tobago
Less Formal
Sometimes it feels as if one day of chilling out, of comrade
relaxation, is equal to a whole 365 days of formality. And so it was on this day of 1/20/20 that the
bonding which took place amongst us, over a trip to Tobago—with the fun of it
all—and being in the water, over the sand and under the sun, just accomplished
miracles. https://www.instagram.com/p/B7kxS9agtEO/?igshid=drjf1l0vh75q
At the Tobago Airport, a rather muscular, nice man, by the
name of Cool Runnings, approached our crew from Guyana and Trinidad, about
taking one of those glass-bottom boats for a sail. Along with playing over ocean waters, we snorkelled,
swam, chanted and did some improvisational sports, making our journey a
holistic venture.
From my Cuban experiential visits in the water, I introduced
‘sadhana in the waves’ to the guys.
We experienced such fun in the spirit of Krishna, and with praise to
Tulasi, a sacred basil plant that grows in abundance here—although a little
less in a gorgeous mangrove, in a place called No Man's Land.
Chickens are thriving in Tobago, with roosters dominating in
the flock. They were demonstrating the
pecking order, going after our veggie toss-outs with aggressive speed at our
picnic site. The irony is that they are
also seen to loiter just outside the chicken restaurant called
"Rooster" right next to the airport.
We ran into some snags with the airlines, thus causing us to
spend a night over. Islanders are nice
folks, including Cool Runnings. I just
wish the people could be more conscious of trash that's left around. If all those party-goers at the ‘Carnival’ would
give a day for cleaning up, I’m sure the planet would be happier.
May the Source be with you!
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