Just got up with the rustle of the breaking waves, you hear the palms rubbing the window but you doubt someone is picking up dates so early in the morning.
Still a bit dizzy, you rely on the recipe which ensure a pleasant awakening: breakfast on the balcony. You prepared exactly what you like to have, then, holding the tray, you head outside to enjoy coffee and food in the Dahab’s magic morning atmosphere.
Admiring the rays of the rising sun, the reflections on the surface of the sea blind you for a moment and you almost trip up the doorstep and overthrow everything on the floor. Once lain on the chair, the wind brings you the scent of the desert and you realize what was actually shaking the palms against your window.
Out in the streets, cycling around, soon you figure out that’s much easier to let the increasing wind driving you on the way rather than riding against it. The sun is getting hot but you are pushed effortlessly without sweating at all: totally enjoyable. Meanwhile the seaside is running beside as you are dodging sleepy dogs, and behind you little by little the city vanishes.
Sand and sea, few colours with thousands of undertones, apparently simple things that you might instead observe more accurately. Slow down, take a deep breath and turn your eyes around…you may feel ungrounded coping with such an old and mysterious world that whispers its wisdom only to whom is able to listen silently.
Lost in your thoughts, you remember that an ancient phylosopher one day said “there are three types of men: those that live, those that die and those that go to sea”.
Rising your glance at the sky you notice in the background something unusual that flutters above the sea. There are no more roads around that force you to follow one direction so you point your bike straight to the horizon to discover what that strange flock is made of.
Beyond a couple of small dunes the view enlarges unveiling a lagoon, a wooden construction right on the beach, some people carrying around big wings and others in the water gliding and jumping with them. They all look so joyful than you find yourself cheering as well. The entire surround disappears, your attention caught wondering what is that all about. Surfing and flying have always been desires so without hesitating you step inside the kite station looking for a shelter for your dreams.
Mission accomplished.
Now you know that when the palm in the backyard wakes you up knocking on the window in front of your bed, you will quickly shove your gears in the backpack and go to ride the wind in your favourite spot: Dahab, the everybody’s homeland.
Adiel Cunego
