Day two: Nice to Tret – Carimari
0925 Waiting for Petra and Barbara at Nice train station. Fritz and Hannah left to explore the city. The heat was slowly rising and so the humidity and the crowds. By 0930 the station was heaving with people. Had a good deep sleep last night which left me a bit drownsy. After morning prayer, a random thought kicked in : What I thought to be may isn’t so.
1304 Moving at 150km/hr. After compromised the maze of Nice’s one way streets, we picked up the rented car and three other before filtered though the city toward the motorway. Completely exhausted from navigating, I nodded off as soon as we reached the motorway.
When I woke up, we were somewhere between Anthip and Marseille, I was disoriented. Motorway has a mystery power to typify the scenery along it, or perhaps it is the speed of which we travelled on it. It make the context of space and time in our memory seems irrelevant. Try to find GPS charging cable in my day pack, not there. Did I forgot it at home, I hoped not.
1340 Sitting on my bed, I felt the humid air in the room brushing against the cool air of the night.
The sound of Buddism chant echoed in distance. It had been a long day. German beat Uruguay to cling the 3rd place in the world cup. It was a good match, ended 3-2. Uruguay made German worked hard for it. I finally formed some sort of determination for this course – to engage with my goal and do my atmost to achieve it. There is a Japanese phase that describe the opposite of this and it called Carimari. Perhaps like the spanish sqiud ring, one dance around the goal and do the bear minimum and fail to achieve it. A perfect illustration of my last 6 mounts or at least the attitude I had. Sitting pretty on the fence, not deciding one way or the other. Painful reflection.