The dream is over, Anarchy times, of not having Monday, to do what he wanted when he wanted. The luxury of such an adventure discovers that less in distance and more in time. They are not borders, They are moments. That is when it ends, moments, Many moments.
We arrive in Cape Agulhas, the southernmost point of Africa, Our goal. It seems very distant that 10 February in which Victor and Leandro came with the car to my house in Madrid and we drank, And we chat, And we started walking under a snowstorm that calmed our traveling momentum. Then we discussed the size of the world to know if we fell inside. Then reaching southern southern in Africa was a point on the map, distant, uncertain.
Then we discussed the size of the world to know if we fell inside
But that was then and yesterday we looked at the sea, that sways violent L`Agulhas, in search of nonexistent shadows of the horizon. And understanding they were not, there no corners, We had understood that the way and we had reached our destination. And we feel the emotion of the child and dreaming of the adult who makes their dreams come true. We had done, were there. We were two full types of happiness that wandered nervous about the vertigo that always supposes an end.
But the important thing was not to have done it, It was how we had done it. We distribute loads and leadership with absolute naturalness. Each, Without having to speak it, He was in charge of doing what he knows best. There was always one shoulder, A point of calm in the storm of others, a solution and not a criticism of the wrong decisions of the others. In almost four months of coexistence of 24 hours and with problems there has not been a single discussion. Neither when we were three or when we were two. Not a. To problems, that there were some heavier than others, We always smile, a joke and a map that said that everything was solved to the south.
And somehow we felt that in those 25.000 kilometers and almost four months of travel we did the most important thing that can be done on a trip like this: laugh. Because in so much lonely time of shared steering wheel we talk about the divine and the impossible and the worldly and the human. And one drove and the other put music and vice versa. And we invent Sabana Radio, Maybe the least listened station in the world, With only two listeners, and hundreds of bad songs dedicated to wind.
Only two listeners, and hundreds of bad songs dedicated to wind
And then the silence sometimes arrived and nobody was flinching so the others did not say. Nothing was heard and the whole was understood. And that car dragged so many smiles, So many looks, that I think I was ever in a more dear place than that. It may be for the immense zebra of the rear, or for chillion yellow, or for its large wheels and shock absorbers, or by the map in which the trip was explained, or all at once. Everyone approached, They asked, They understood, They were admired and always wanted you with a hug, a pat or a gesture of you are crazy more on the way for so much madness to come to an end.
And we confirm that the trip were them, People, And us, included in that. So many people in the memory that reviews their names and I lack letters. Because the accumulation of deserts and jungles, rocks and waters, Glass and incenses, Pyramids and huts, roads and roads are better when they carry a toast, a hug, An expression said high and private to share with who sees the same as you. And the sentences are less penalties and the victories are more fun for the celebration of the later. With them, us.
And that night after Cape Agulhas I took Victor to dinner at my favorite Chinese restaurant in Cape Cabo. And with two bottles of wine we took a paper and a pen and began to make one of our favorite hobbies: rankings. And we remember tanks and corrupt police in the bad, laughingly, and sunsets, deserts, tribes and leopards in good. And that meal from that restaurant in Greece in which grilled flesh served us on paper was excellent, But the other remembered the roast impala of our friend Dani's party in Prito as even better. And if you had not done it denied with their heads for your careless . And despite so much effort we understood that we did not fit the memories on paper and we tried to accumulate them in our eyes.
We learned a lot, We learned that the value is to dare to lose
And so the trip was over in my dear South Africa, in mine, The West, to which I came to live more than four years ago and did not return from 2011. And I write these lines from Cabo Cabo, that will always be my house and I will want to be so good, in which I somehow close a circle. We are happy, euphoric, Funny and calm. That is the great word and the great success of this route, We cross 25 countries without stridency. We are not heroes, We really are not or need to be. We are Victor, Leandro and Javier, three types they like to travel, enjoy and curly the world a little. We learned a lot, We learned that the value is to dare to lose.
And in that premise, just in front of the monolith that indicates that on the right is the Atlantic and on the left the Indian, I told Victor yesterday. “We have finished. Now what? And he remembered a map and a plan we made and we talked several times on this route, how I said that it would happen in the post that announced this trip, And he answered me: "We will have to do from Alaska to Tierra de Fuego". And I without looking at him, contemplating that wonderful sea, I replied: "I wait for you there", that on this trip, Without knowing it when I started it, Many things ended. Beginning and end and end. Happy to know that the world awaits us, You just have to leave.
P. D. (Forgive that you have made a temporary leap on the trip, But the blog was always slower than our route because I preferred to tell the stories well than to tell everything quickly. VAP is a reading magazine. But, It is in my magazine where I must explain that we have already concluded this wonderful route and then I will tell the Malaui stages again, Zambia, Namibia and South Africa so that the trip has a linear meaning and because there things happened there).
