It took some time to recover and mend but I went back the following day. I was not going to be able to Kiteboard but I could sit there and learn as I was in the prescience of learners
Here are a few shots of the Kites going up and floating around.
There is a bit of anxiety as I watch the Kites. Having been dragged and ripped apart from the coral sand rocks and stones I almost relive the event as the winds starts to gust again.
The flight lines are still intriguing to me. I know that for now ill have to sit on the side lines and mend.
I would love to be out in the water but with the open wounds it is not a good idea.
I don't feel all that well sitting here and rethinking what happened. I have to leave and go away and see something different for the time being. I probably should not be riding my motorcycle around town with a barley working left arm. But that is the front break.....do not need that really I can use the back break and right hand.
Here are some shots from around town.
Time to head back to the room and sleep off the pain that is mounting up. The bike ride was not the best idea but it did help get some fresh air across my body and cool the open sores that now dry in the sun.
The rest of the day is spend silent and in bed laying down resting. The heal time is needed to make sure that I do not reopen the stitched from the child. They are already pulled and ripped a bit. I was not supposed to move around. but after almost dying, of which I have a few spent lives, you get a feeling of living the next day. As hurt as you are you want to live and know that the body mends and the scars fade away and the body want to live experience and grow. Despite the pain and bit of ripped stitches...I want to grow and expand and feel the wind on my open flesh as I ride across the road slowly and yet driven by the pleasure and pain of it all....
- Thanks for having a look at the adventure of the times. This one was not as fun as most of the other ones. But that is part of the ride when you are traveling and trying new things. There is a risk. The question is the risk worth the outcome of what may come. Hurt pain pleasure or progress, is it worth the risk. I tend to side on the side of 'Yes'. It is worth the risk and worth the efforts to get to the point where taking the risk has some calculations to it as to not blow out all of life in one moment where there is nothing left afterward.
Life is about risk and movement. Taking the risk pays off and some times it hurts but pays off.
--> I looked at my passport. I don't have long before I have to be out of the country and there is a lot left to do. Saigon is right by and I have to make my ways there to get some essential work done. More to come in the coming days.
--> The pictures were taken around the town of Phan Rang, Ninh Thuận, Vietnam. A South Eastern exposure of a town that has a wonderful place to be around. Lots to do and see in the community and worth checking out if you find yourself around this area.
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