Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts

22 June 2008

It's the Journey...

"I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. 
I travel for travel's sake. 
The great affair is to move."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish writer (1850-1894)


I've long had a saying, "It's the journey, not the destination." Meaning that the big part of my love of travel is the travel itself, not necessarily the end result. In French it's known as L'âme de la gitane - the gypsy soul. Most of the time I'm also pretty happy with the end result, of course, and sometimes it turns out to be an actual paradise...

After spending several hot, sweaty days in Bangkok we took a quick flight down to Ko Samui, an island in the Gulf of Thailand in the South China Sea. We had a small bungalow just off the beach, the water was a deep sapphire hue, and the swaying palms gave a nice respite from the high sun. We dabbled with different Thai dishes, various curries, fresh caught fish & squid, hot & sweet soups, and coconut water. We swam in the ocean, walked the white sands, and rented a sea kayak to nose around the myriad reefs, small islands, and currents of the gulf. We went back into the heart of the island, Na Muang Park, where we hiked through jungle, crossed rivers, swam under a waterfall, rode the backs of elephants, played with monkeys, and then returned to a leisurely dinner overlooking the bay.
KJT - Ko Samui, Thailand (2007)

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15 June 2008

A Day at the Beach

"Never think that war, no matter how necessary, 
nor how justified, is not a crime."
- Ernest Hemingway, American writer (1899-1961)


We took a train from Paris to Caen and stayed in Bayeux at a 16th century residence that had been converted into sort of an upscale hostel (oxymoron?). We had croissants, baguette, Camembert cheese, hard sausage & wine for dinner. We laughed about the bidet. I constantly bumped my head on the five foot door frames. Our footsteps echoed in the stone staircases. The next morning we went out to the beaches of Normandie. Omaha, Gold, Juno... we walked the sand, skirting the surf, and hiked up to the cliffs. The air was chilly and the sky grey and overcast. We visited the cemetery and memorial at Colleville-sur-Mer. Endless rows of white crosses and markings. We were somber and didn't say much to each other. We walked to the edge of Pointe du Hoc, imagining the brave rangers who had to scale this terrible, broken rock some 60 years previous. The battlements, barbed wire, and shell holes still exposed - an indictment and a testimonial. A tragic trophy. All the wasted lives lost. All the children who were never born. All the inventions never dreamt. All the medicines, books, movies, and paintings lost to that terrible human invention - war.
KJT - Pointe du Hoc, Basse-Normandie, France (1996)

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