Wimbledon and Departure

Sunday
7.6.2008

I had planned to wake up with the roosters and the sun at a crazy hour. The sun rises here at 5:23am, but the transition from night to that beautiful and mysterious deep purple sky, when clouds first begin to betray their presence, occurs around 4:30am. I had also planned to wake Reid up, rent a tandem sea kayak around 7am, and paddle around the barrier reef, half a mile offshore, until our plane left around 1pm. However, I needed to sleep so I got up by 7am. It was a slow, laid back morning. I spent two hours updating my blog, hanging out in Sondra’s Monkey Business Travel Agency downstairs and listening to perpetual techno on XM radio. Techno sends me into a trance after awhile; I guess that’s what it’s supposed to do.


Coach K, Allen, Reid, Brad, Carver, and particularly Zac, were watching the great Wimbledon battle between Nadal and Ferderer. The game was cut short because we had to make our plane. This time I got a window seat and Josh got the cockpit. This time I could make out the dark shapes of sharks and rays swimming in the crystal blue waters hundreds of feet below us. The sun reflected off a white, underwater expanse of white sand. Beautiful. I filmed a lot of B-roll of the jungle and marshes passing beneath us. I even zoomed in on the Mayan ruin of Cerros. Josh and I were tired of rice and beans for dinner so he and I grabbed a beer and some Chinese food. It was a great change of company and I enjoyed getting to know him.

-AR