Cohesion of Sound and Sea

It was a Thursday night. I had come back from work and stayed up all night to catch a flight the next day at 6am to the East Coast of peninsular Malaysia where a little island called Perhentian lay.

There were 8 of us. A mish mash of friends from different worlds leaving to enjoy the sound of the ocean beating against the sand that would, in a few hours be making its way through our toes.

On a plane, off a plane, on a van, off a van, on a boat, off a boat. We had finally arrived. Abner handed me his iPhone and the sounds of Ludovico Einaudi's Divenire filled my ears as I sat on the chalet front staring out into the endless body of water that would engulf anything that dared mess with it. Such a gentle element and at the same time, such a dangerous one.

We laid in the sun, on the sand. We sat in chairs, under the stars. We washed our worries away in the ocean as silence fell over our submerged heads, eyes watching the schools of fishes. Blue, green, white, rainbow colored. Corals that would tear your skin if you stood on them and corals that would caress your skin when your hand brushed through it.

We ate, we drank, we laughed, we shared moments, and all too soon it was over. 4 nights of sheer nothingness, and then we were once again pulled back into our reality of smog and pollution, of time that seemed to tick too fast, of work that seemed to never end.

It was a trip. Not a holiday, or a vacation but an extraordinary trip which brought man back to nature, and the soul to peace.