Some countries allow you to be in a time warp — being both here and there at the same time. In Vanuatu the boys from the bush would occasionally visit. On this occasion they had taken Roger and I and the doctor at the time ,(Victoria B.C. looked after our hospital and the highly trained specialists that came took sabbatical from their normal jobs to man the hospital for six months), and his wife had employed these men to guide us through the rainforest from one side of the island to the other and back again. During the walk we were enmeshed in a world of the past, no trappings of modernity (apart from my camera) were in sight. On our return, as the nambas clad men sat as westerners on the edge of the pool, throwing back a tusker (beer) and sucking on a cigarette. The incongruity of the situation was not lost on me and I could not help but be aware of the here and there.
In a small mountain hamlet in Vietnam, the here was very present in the building design, the décor and in those we encountered however Roger, a soccer addict, became immersed in the there as he watched Germany play a home match.
In Cambodia these steps were designed to put you there. They were so steep that to walk up was almost a crawl. Designed to lift your eyes to heaven and presumably that was where you went as you climbed to worship at the top, eyes still lifting upwards. However for those visitors retreating they were very much in the here and determined to get down without falling or sustaining an injury.
How often are we there
When we should be here
We are both here and there
Colliding worlds: life.
In response to Paula’s Thursday’s Special