visit to Santa Carolina was an opportunity to reflect.
The island is a few miles from Inhassoro but it seems a completely different world. Inhassoro so "worldly" than the solitary peace that reigns on the island so disfigured than Inhassoro all'incontaminata island vegetation and Inhassoro so noisy compared to the profound silence that will soon invade you dive under the water surface.
Theatre a romantic decadence and charming hotel, now in disuse, is almost the only trace of humanity on this strip of land. Walking in his room, as well as a clever balancing act to avoid the chasms procured by the incessant motion of waves, is an opportunity to unleash your creativity in a flight back and imagine the long dresses dancing to the rhythm of the Portuguese settlers arised from the intersection of music of European culture and Mozambique. One can even imagine a check-in at the reception where skeletons at the expense of hurricanes and cyclones has remained intact and well preserved.
But the sea, with its silent color is the best part. I thought heaven was
a flowery meadow, but no! It is a pristine white beach that is lost in a blue so clear to make an impression. It is not difficult to imagine that the first merchant in search of a basis for their businesses have abandoned any ambition to become the first tourists economic history. Seriously ... .. we threw ourselves into the water ... frozen.
Just below the surface of another world living with a regular order. Coral reefs, shellfish and fish move - well maybe not the rocks! - With a quiet harmonious surrounded only by a terrible silence. It is not for me mergulho - known here as the dives -, stay under the water also means dive into the thoughts, in fear to hear and feel grab a bite to the ankle - the area seems to be inhabited by large sharks that normally do not enter the reef, but not averse to having to set the gates.
beginning is a riot of color, in shades of the strangest fish, yellow, blue, orange and red darting warily at your side, radiating from the cliffs overlooking balliori silver; As soon as you walk away, however, and the water becomes deeper all around everything becomes dark and the unknown, you feel vulnerable, surrounded by warm and cold currents that swirl around your skin. In a sense it's like dissociate and move away from the body, the brain feels alive and fear, beauty and uncertainty, while the body is divided in half between the warmth that the back incamera skimming the water surface and disperse it to the sudden contact of the stomach with cold water this season.
Diving metaphor might be the most talked about history, that dualism above and below the surface, that fits all the sciences - see the icebergs and psychology - and to all faiths - what lies beyond this life? It is true that it is only the desire to discover and investigate that lets you see, is a reality as we see, as the history of the glass half full or half empty. No one can tell which one is more just, At most one can say what is more beautiful or more comfortable. So even this experience is enriched every day with a dip below the surface, you discover "colored fish," "sharp rocks", "coral harpooned the seabed and what can happen at any moment is always an unknown, a bite, a current or the warmth and the noise when shooting at his head.
the next
Sara
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