No Ordinary Day 1977
Embracing the culture - seeking to
understand a language so beguiling and
charismatic, incompetent as we were to
decipher the Serbo-Croat tongue,
Like magnets...we were drawn to the bay,
anchoring ourselves to the soft sand -
where the Ocean gently lapped the shore,
our bare feet red-hot...as we strive to
venture, each grain blistering our soles,
the aquamarine of the Ocean - inviting us
to play...we held hands like children...
our spirits high - racing to the shore...
the cool sensation - a blessed relief -
tanned - bronzed bodies share towels in
the baking heat...one hundred degrees...
tiny fish swim around - tickling our feet,
before swimming out to feed in corals deep,
as we stride out in this vast expanse of
Ocean - as young dreamers we were back then,
unhindered by concerns of time...willing we
took chances...adventure seeking, as the sun
glistened on each crystal...gleaming ripple,
gazing up at the blue cloudless sky.
We got lost that day - friends - lovers,
unable to behave, light-hearted pleasures,
spellbound we gazed on in wonder...as the
hours hasten into the ensuing evening...
avoiding the hand gesture of the local
resident - as like a Shepherd herding his
sheep - he attempted to clear the beach...
we smile but ignore him - not wishing to
leave this scene of divine utter beauty...
to sit here - the coolness of the evening,
watching as the Sun goes down beyond the
horizon...we were captivated...soaking up
every moment - till finally the last rays
disappear and then darkness prevails...
the miracle of a new dreamy night is upon
us, as the stars twinkle like diamonds sewn
on a black velvet gown...as dreamers we were
wishing to have fun - two bottles of the local
grape...now we'd made our great escape...
to share with friends under stars above - if
you thought we became merry...well yes we were
intoxicated - in the zone, as Led Zepplin's
Stairway to Heaven, came floating - drifting
out across the sand, from the music machine,
not noticing the chill of the night - the
vastness of space and time...a distant memory,
we danced...weaving our bodies to the sounds -
trance like leaving our footprints in the sand,
no one could have told us on that day -
a death trap at night this sandy bay...
as through the shadows, crawling along,
a vehicle progresively advances on...
leaving a trail - a cloud of smoky haze,
crawling on hands and knees - like those
sea turtles returning to the vast Ocean,
we became trapped in a vapour of choking
fumes - faces hidden by wet towels...the
darkness consumed us, we were shivering,
cold and afraid - we could only wait...
the only sound the lapping of the Ocean,
drowning out our muffled cries,
how long were we stranded? we could not
tell - for at night the darkness could
be so disorientating - lost and confused,
but ever resolute - our desire to see the
coming of the dawn,
tremulously and with trepidation - the
haze dwindled...our destination no longer
obscured - we made our way across the sand,
our hotel sitting quaintly on top of the
Cliff - a welcome sight to our eyes...
we started to run - hotfooting it without
delay...for at this beach, we did not care
to stay, this nocturnal nightmare over...
scrambling we ascend the steps to safety...
through the doorway of our hotel, as we
entered standing like four drowned rats,
we ran past reception - quickly into the
lift - mortified...shamed faces, our beds
were all we desired and to dry off...for
we were so cold and tired.
The next morning at breakfast...we enquired
about last night, we said that we'd had such
a terrible fright - the Waiter explained about
fumigation...which ofcourse was the cause of
our humiliation...nobody could have told us...
it would turn out this way...for this was the
tale of no ordinary day.