Fisherman of the past tense vibrations
Hello Reader,
We are ending the week with a Sunny hot day here...
If you are wondering I have slept around 12:30 and wake up around 6:30 ish with the barking of my dog..
I let her out so she can do her business...then I slept another one and half hour...
My dog has a letter "M" on her forehead...We have realised that after she got her name...
The letter is imprinted in her fur...Probably it became more distinct as she grew up...
Reader I still don't want to write the piece I wanted to write yesterday...
As its a heavy, delicate and a very important topic, I just want to put required amount of effort and attention to that topic, although I still don't have that kind of energy to fulfill this piece..
Instead today I will mention about my adventures this summer...
This summer I had a very long vacation and I was very blessed to see the places once I used to love a lot...
As you may remember earlier I had an entry in couple of occasions related "womb of the world" aka "butterfly valley" (Pls see this !)...Maybe I have wrote more, these I can recall..If you want to browse through all 400+ posts please bee my guest. ;)
Anyways, I was there this summer thousands of miles away where I am at right now..
Unfortunately, I have not stayed the night there but I spent a whole day there....and I have to tell you that I am glad that I have not spent the night over there...
It would be extremely sad and sour for me...
Why you would ask...? You got all the right reasons to ask that...
Reader once a place, a person, a thing that touches you deeply...and then you need to be away from that thing, place or person...for a long while...
you keep that place, person or thing in your memory as the great moment of yesterday...as a living and growing memory in your mind and heart...
but people, places and things change....
and once you have the chance to get together with that place, person and thing again...
you might have some disappointment or awe....
In my case I felt like the soul of butter fly valley flew out of its arse...
The people and the vibration of the people made that place beautiful, soo beautiful...
And the people were missing there.....
The place was still beautiful and gorgeous... but there was no soul...
it was replaced by camera's watching every where,
beach has a commercial beach club, which you need to pay to use the beach...
crowds of tourists were pouring in with boats...
no smiling faces and the solidarity of the commune...
they were all replaced by complaining judgemental tourists with attitude and the business that run the place with commercialism instead of passion..
noisy, selfish, rude....
I heard things like "It was not as beautiful as I heard..."
or "its not worth to come..."
It was sad to see a place you loved and adored to be murdered, raped and destroyed...
Don't get me wrong I was not expecting it to stay the same...
I was expecting a change....hopefully a change in a good direction
but not this...
Unfortunately, they have literally throw away all the hippies and broken people who gave that place its soul and attitude...
to make sure all the freedoms are raped, they have placed cameras all around....
they have even erased the carved things on the picnic tables in the common meeting area/restaurant...
there used to be carvings of poems (ahem), drawings, notes, literatures, lyrics, memories carved on those tables
all were gone... destroyed...
unfortunately not with something better...
instead with a blob of vulgar, soulless attitude craving for only money...
when tourists are gone....there were no one around...
no one....
there used to be friendly faces...
laughter, music, chit chat....
or heaviness of depression...pain...loneliness...
shared and healed...
I just couldn't take it to see there like this...
Later on I have tried to learn what happened to the place...
went to west side of the valley where there is a bar situated on the cliffs..
where you can dive to sea after you had couple of drinks..
at least that's what we used to do back in the days..
there was this guy at the bar... and a girl...and a camera on one of the pillars holding the gazebo like shade giving structure...
I ordered a mojito..
why mojito, because there was a friend there who made a phenomenal mojito...
he was picking up some peaches from the peach trees in the inner parts of the valley and the wild mint...
and he was making the mojito with fresh crushed peaches and wild mint...
of course I was not expecting a mojito like I had before...but my soul was...
I told the guy about the phenomenal mojito's I have had here before and trying to chit chat and gather information from him on "what the fuck happened here?"
I have asked him why the place is soo empty...and whether there are people staying..
he said they don't have visitors this year as much as they expected to have....
than I asked but there are plenty of touristic boats bringing tourist masses to the valley...
and how he feels about these touristic boats...
he said "now everyone got to enjoy butterfly valley"
my inner voice said "ok there bud, for sure!"
than I asked what happened to the people that come here frequently and are part of this place..
the guy said, that the place changed hands and the new owners did not want to have these people here...
this used to be a place where you can only stay in tents.. as the place is regarded as protected area and the law does not allow you to construct building in this site...
Only temporary structures were allowed....
but regardless.... this place was a privately owned land...
before, only the people who like nature used to come here to camp with fee which included your breakfast and lunch....
there was one restaurant which had picnic tables under a gazebo which is shaded with wines...
there was a bar across the restaurant and a rock bar ....
the one I talked earlier...this one was more active during the night....
it was a rock bar literally
because it was built on rocks...
the stairs are carved on the rocks
so you need to climb these uneven stairs to reach the bar....
there was no handle bars in the stairs instead a thick rope
which you can hold on to when you loose your balance
especially when climbing down drunk
I remember these stairs from my subconscious mind :)
now the new owners built up permanent tents and selling accommodation in inflated prices...
I raised my glass of mojito to the dead soul of butterfly valley...
I hope one day "people who gave the soul to this place" would take over and remove this mediocracy.
Reader if you find yourself there after reading what I have written for there...
with the expectations of my memories and good times...
I am very sorry....
its not the place I have in my memories....
The place is more commercialized now...unfortunately like everything.
the image you saw below is from the rock bar and the mojito I had there...
the stairs you see are not the ones I am referring to (uneven ones)!
change range mange
orange hinge sponge
plunge challenge cringe
derange avenge strange
King H. Ironson
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