Next week marks the halfway point of our stay here in this beautiful part of Tonga. And just to show you how stunning the place really is, the photo below is of Port Mourelle, just the other side of our ridge. Named after the Spaniard who accidently discovered it in 1781, it’s where yachties often drop anchor since it’s sheltered and fabulous for swimming. And yes, the sea really is that colour, and no, there are no high rise hotels just out of shot!
So, having mentioned how we are faring physically some posts ago, how are we doing mentally, given we are virtually alone here? One of the reasons for being here was to evaluate our lives. Get a little perspective in deciding where we wanted to go, and what we wanted to do next, etc. And while that has happened to some extent, we have been unexpectedly affected by other things, and perhaps Jas more than me. Such as the sheer tranquillity of the place. It takes a while to adjust to the lack of backdrop noise. No distant hum of vehicles, no far-off human voices, no radios or televisions, or doors slamming, or ambulances wailing. Instead we have only strange bird calls and the gentle lapping of the sea. And sitting on the deck with the sun having gone down and the sky an unbelievable kaleidoscope of stars, it’s no longer where and what any more, but why? And while I know at heart we are first world people, with the usual dreams and ambitions, this place is proving an unexpected balm to our souls. Here everything revolves around nature. The seasons, tides, sunrise and sunset, and the weather. And we are simply drifting along with it.