GET BACK TO WHERE YOU ONCE BELONGED
Wednesday, April 19th, 2023
I left for South Africa and Mauritius at the end of March with two large suitcases and one smaller carry-on, all containing a stack of The Saffron Path, my book covering my walking adventures around the world. After bidding farewell to the Mauritius community, I wheeled my carry-on in one of the big suitcases, and the second suitcase full of gold-coloured costumes to bring back home. The books were hotcakes – not enough of them!
I’m a happy camper returning home after a number of accomplishments overseas. The daily walk by Belle Mare at sunrise was great for my health. Delivering classes, kirtans, workshops, a drama, counselling, and more, was just a bit of what I did before covid. That’s how everything is measured nowadays. ‘B.C.’ now means ‘Before Covid;’ ‘A.C.’ means ‘After Covid.’
The long flight to Paris was panic. The lineup for simply getting a boarding pass was tedious. I’ve never seen such grumpy travellers – I was one of them in the tardy lineup. People had to race to their gate, but then you had to go through security again. Being that I have new bionic knees, the buzzer goes off. The security frisking me took his sweet time and told me it was a massage. He then undid my rolled-up dhoti (robe) fabric (by mistake). “What’s this?” he asked about my sacred thread tied around my torso. I explained. “Hurry up!” I said in my mind to him. Panic! Sweat!
A nice couple from Scarborough and Kshitish from Don Mills all kind of shared the pain with me. The flights were great, though. We tend to remember what aggravates. I can’t really complane. I was happy to see Nanda pull up at the Toronto Airport. Thank you, Rajasuya, for the travel setup (this is not sarcastic).
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!
Thousands of kms in the air...