When the rain stopped on Stradbroke ‘Straddie’ Island the sun came out. For something to do, I legged it outside and snapped a few pictures of these pegs. Three minutes later it was raining again. Queensland, Pt Lookout, Australia.
Met this lovely man on Sanur beach in Bali, Indonesia, just before sunrise. We had a quick chat. I noticed his body was gaunt, his voice was slow, low and wavering.
Me: “And how are you on such a wonderful day?”
Man: “I’m doing okay…but to tell the truth I’m not doing good.”
Me: “Sorry to hear that. You may get better during the day.”
Man: “No I won’t…I have skin cancer…the worst kind.”
Me: “I’m sorry. That’s a bastard. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Man: “I’ll be fine, thanks. there’s nothing anyone can do.”
Me: “Do you come to the beach every day?”
Man: “When I feel okay…but I’m only here before the sun rises.”
Later, off he goes down to the beach, kneels in the clear cool water and meditates for a while. Then he dips his face in the water for a few moments, lifts it to take a long deep breath, and does it again. He must have done that 12 or 14 times. Then he slowly walked from the water, stood firmly in the sand for about 30 minutes and meditated slowly moving his arms. His actions were purposeful and precise. When he finished we bid our farewells and he was gone. A real nice decent bloke, but very sad.