One Way Ticket

(Well keep going east till we’re home)

Someplace Different

We have not heard one horn honking nor any loud noises from motorbikes. There is an evening ride about the island when adults and children enjoy a cooling ride about 4 to 5 PM in their open air transports. People speak softly. We have been in countries when normal conversation sounds as if there is an argument going on. That is not the case here at all. We have not seen any pleasure boating, which is so common in the US. Boats here have a purpose. They are taxis, fishing boats, diving boats, supply boats. There seems to be a relaxed way of life. Even the chanting from the top of the mosque is melodic and soothing, almost like singing. The people have free healthcare and free education. The fasting, which is done during Ramadan seems to also contribute to that slower pace. They are not allowed to eat or drink during daylight hours. Shops are closed. There is a very strong sense of community on the small islands, which is lost in a much bigger environment. People don’t lock doors here. οΏΌ

Something else that makes this place seem different is the sense of remoteness. Not only are these tiny islands that are separated by miles and miles, but these islands are in the middle of the Indian Ocean. On a seven day backpack trip into the wilderness, on the fourth day I will reach a point where I will not be going any further into the wilderness. From that point, I know that every step I take will return me to my car and to the normal way of living. οΏΌ I get to a place, maybe a mountain pass or a very remote lake, and I realize or sense that this is as far into the wilderness that I will go. I have that feeling now being here on Omadhoo Island, a remote tiny little island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. From here, we will be traveling back to Eau Claire. So it seems appropriate that yesterday Louise and I put the calendar together and bought tickets to fly across the Pacific to return to North America. We are not sure we will be returning to our normal way of living. How much has America changed? How much have we changed?

We had an hour and a half speed boat ride from Male Island where our plane landed to get to Omadhoo Island. This is the spray that in the rough seas and high speed was thrilling to experience. οΏΌ
This beautiful welcome was made from plant material.
Our Guest House breakfast area.
We snorkeled with nurse sharks
School girls playing handball
The boys played soccer
Path to the visitors beach.
Island Harbor
Rocco from the UK is an avid fisherman. οΏΌ Meeting interesting fellow travelers is another big part of our journey.
The 5 o’clock joyride

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We really like the crayon fence in front of the preschool.οΏΌ
What do you see in this picture?.
All roads lead to the water οΏΌ
Our favorite place in Omadhoo.
Oh, and by the way, there was nothing to see in the video.

7 responses to “Someplace Different”

  1. How tranquil. I would love it. Safe travels home.

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  2. Safe travels – we look forward to seeing you!

    Bobbie

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    1. we are on the way home. It’s 10,000 miles away. Going yet to Singapore, Malaysia, Guam, Hawaii,and then Amtrak from Seattle. Should be back in Eau Claire around April 18

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    sounds lovely

    Lyria

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  4. A lovely, fitting, most peaceful ending to an unforgettable journey.

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  5. What a wonderful adventure. Thanks for taking us all with you by sharing your photos and stories. We’re glad you’re on your way home. Karen and TimπŸ’•

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  6. I am ready to move to the Maldives. I’m afraid you ‘re going to have culture shock in reverse. It’s a new country since you left. Brace yourselves, and hold tight to your community.

    Harper–

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