went into a small office where he duly got our passports stamped and processed some
type of insurance for the car. To me it had always been a car because my father referred
to it as his baby, but in actual fact it was an off-road ready Jeep.
The whole experience was dull and hardly exciting at all, except for one thing. There
were no other cars or people in sight, and everything was processed without a single
word being spoken. My father and the officials who had assisted him had remained
silent and smiling throughout, almost as if they didn’t have to speak at all. Several times
I could have sworn I heard someone say hello to me, but every time I turned to see who
it was there was no one around.
We left the border post and continued for a short while into the town of Ponta da Ouro,
this time we passed many other travellers, families and locals, which was a relief as I
was starting to think we had left the world I had known and entered a different
dimension. Crazy I know, but that’s the imagination of a kid for you. I could smell the
ocean and just as the beautiful scents coursed through my head we crested a sand dune
and below us was the most magnificent and unmoving dark blue sea of water I had ever
seen. I expressed my excitement to Dad who in turn roared with laughter as he sped
down the other side of the dune towards the water. His joy and my joy collided into a
moment of great ecstasy and a connection between father and son that I can to this day
recall instantly.
He parked the Jeep about
two hundred metres from the water and we both got out, it
was good to stretch my legs and breathe in the fresh sea air. I looked down the shore
line and saw far off in the distance some other holiday makers engaging in some beach
activities. When I looked
in the other direction I saw a point stretching out into the
ocean, full of natural beauty and devoid of human interference, at least to the naked