On the way back, Quintin told me more about his European bike tour back in the 90’s, about the South Africans that taught him how to beat the visa system and find work to stay as long as possible under the radar. The way he spoke about his life on the road, I could feel the sincere jealousy and happiness he had for me and my open-ended trip. Though he’d rather be less tied down, he’s genuinely happy he made the choice to play first and work later. As a person that is playing now with no real regard for the future, I like this way of living too. Leaving Quintin’s on my bike, I could feel the hour of surfing on my arms and stomach.
My arms aren’t used to doing much these days, certainly not paddling. And my stomach just took some hard smacks from the waves against the board. It sure was a beautiful day though. I didn’t have a place in mind to stay so I made it easy on myself and got a motel in Oceanside, my first motel going down the Pacific Coast, not too bad for nearly 70 days on the road. I felt like treating myself. Just a block from the beach I made my way down to the pier to watch the sunset after I checked in around 4:00pm.
There’s something about dusk and dawn, those transitional points between day and night, night and day. It’s important to be present, it’s easy to get distracted and come back to the moment and to wonder where the day went, how did night fall so fast?