Imagine: Not far off the coast of Palawan rises from the turquoise-blue water a small, green country; It might take two or three hours to wander the islet if there were a path. But thick, green jungle overgrows it, and only where the boat anchors on the sandy shore at anchor, one sees a clearing, grass, overshadowed by elegant coconut palms.
The time of questioning has passed. It is time to answer.
For some time my head often does what he wants. The thoughts keep on wandering. Away from the dreamlike places, people, experiences. Away from the journey. Towards home.
Charon was the name of the gray ferryman who, in the myths of the ancient Greeks, sailed the neatly buried dead for an obolus over the river Styx, which separated the living world from the realm of the god of death, Hades. Why do I start with it?
Klysen's travel announcement presents with great pleasure the third guest post by Alex, who reflects on the course of the waves (and so on) on Camiguin Island (Mindanao, Philippines) ...
"And, do you think we are being attacked?"
"No, I do not think so", answers Alex.