The atmosphere was festive, as if we all had returned from a long tour at sea. We all chatted, laughed and drank the way we did during the previous three days aboard broomstick. The feeling I got from my interactions with everyone was one of nostalgia. No one wanted the adventure to end.
I felt the same way. The sailing adventure aboard Broomstick was one of the biggest highlights of my time here in Australia, an experience unlike any I’ve experienced in my life. I’ve forged bonds, confronted my fears and found romance.
Veronica told me there was some bread left over from the food we kept in our cabin. I told her I didn’t want it. She immediately began grumbling about me being lazy, accusing me of not wanting it since I would have to prepare it myself. She then went on to remind me how she carried my gallon-water bottle during the long walk back from town.
In a huff, Veronica began preparing the toast. I leaned against the counter adjacent to her, watching her prepare the toast for me and listening in amusement as she went on about my laziness. It’s been some time since I’ve had such a good laugh.
I’m going to miss her.
There were dozens of backpackers at the bus terminal, many of whom I recognized from Broomstick. I saw Walther and Eric waiting outside their bus. We exchanged farewells and took a final photo together. They will be heading back to Germany soon. I wished them farewell.
Walther remarked wistfully, “You get tired of traveling, but you don’t want to go home. 3 months of doing the thing I love the most is now over and I haven’t really grasped it all yet. It’s really amazing to just stop and think,’This is amazing, what I’m seeing now is amazing, these guys I’m hanging out with now are amazing, my life is fucking amazing.’ I did that almost every day for the last 90 days. To every friend I made during this trip: I love you and we should get married.”
Walther is one of the most profound people I’ve ever met. He’s wise beyond his years.