TJ; My Realisation
I was up early the next morning because it had got cold early in the morning sleeping on the hilltop and I had woken up shivering. I packed up my things as Kim was sleepily waking up and after a slice of banana pie for breakfast we stashed our packs in a bush and started the walk to Gokana beach to check out the market stalls. Whilst in the centre of this quaint little beach village Kim thought it would be best to book a room for tomorrow evening in preparation to continue our journey up the West coast back to Mumbai. After standing outside a nondescript hotel talking to a friendly manager we realised that we had miscalculated our length of stay here and that our train for Madgaon would be leaving early tomorrow morning, not the following day. This meant we would have to trek the couple of kilometres back to Ohm beach and up the hill to fetch our packs before nightfall.
The trek back to Gokana beach wasn’t too fun, Kim realised she had left her sarong in the restaurant as we were half a mile down the beach and ran back to get it. I said I would take both packs and she could catch up to save us some time. I started climbing the rocky terrain that leads from one cove to another and met Marty, a Belgian traveller heading in the same direction as me. The conversation quickly got deep and intense as we discussed life and everything surrounding it. I started on the topic of Kim’s and my relationship, and how it had changed over the time I had known her. How she used to be the love of my life and had now become purely a friend. I love the girl and I always will, a relationship like that is just far too important to throw away because it didn’t work out for one reason or another. As far as I could tell the journey through India, in part, had been our way of spending on last beautiful moment together where time stood still and we could say our goodbye’s before we parted ways for good. By the time Marty and I had reached the end of the next cove I began to worry about Kim. She had only gone back half a mile, and I had been walking with two packs for a fair while. She must be able to cover distance more quickly then me as I was trekking with two packs on, where was she? I decided to wait and so parted company with the Belgian, dropped the packs on the floor and sat in the shade.
I waited for a good while before she came into sight, and she was running when she came into view. The poor girl had got lost, had started panicking and only just found the correct route down to the beach. As she walked out of breath the last few paces towards me I had a big smile on my face. I was relieved to see she was ok and overjoyed because of my realisation that Kim and I would be ok after this journey was over, I gave her a friendly hug as she collapsed on the floor next to me.
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