Red Sea, Egypt 1st May 2007
I want to write a blog. I am a bit scared. Does this mean everyone can get into your life..life on a boat has little enough space without people being able to get into my head as well…there’s no room in there!
But I do want to share my days with people..my family and friends who have no idea where I am, what country even half the time…so I guess I better just get on with it.
I want to keep a record of my time on the boat too, and my diary gets very boring and navel gazing….dull. Can’t do that in public!I think perhaps the trick is not to think too much about it and just get on with it..maybe that’s what blog means..it’s certainly won’t be in the dictionary.Today we leave the port where we have been based in Egypt on the Red Sea for the last 5 months. It’s easy…we just have to let off the ropes that tie our yacht home Kari to the dock..but sometimes that’s the hardest part.
I’m not good at this leaving thing…..I hate it.
I feel torn, wanting to stay, not wanting to leave a place where I feel so secure and safe and not wanting to leave the friends that I have made here… friends and the kids friends… whose parents are my friends too.
I have loved our 5 months here in Egypt and feel so at home. Some yachties say blithely, “Ah that’s the cruising life, meeting people and moving on.”
I don’t see it that way at times like this….I feel connected to here and want to feel connected to here. I like connections. I love connecting with people. That’s why I like to stay in a place for a few months regularly….but then that’s why I feel sad and torn at leaving.
We are moving on to other exciting adventures but today I don’t see it that way.
Now I will go for a walk with my 6 year old daughter and have a coffee and cake at the restaurant on the beach. They have fabulous white wicker couches with sun shades hoods over them. I tried sitting in one last night, I felt like I was back in a pram with a hood…very comforting, hugely stylish and cool. My daughter is sad at leaving Egypt too. “I will miss my friends. I don’t want to go to Turkey..there are wasps in Turkey.”
She got stung on the foot in Turkey last year.She looks up at me from Children’s BBC . “There are no wasps in Balamory. Or flies either.”
