In the water, the Papio (Trevally) are responsible for Christmas Island’s reputation amongst fishermen, and our delight at every meal, as much as the giant lobsters we catch everyday after crossing paths with a school of dolphins. These are images of an earthly heaven in which I believe and that I witness when nature is protected, splendid and generous. When you are in contact with nature everyday, as you are here, and it nourishes your body and your soul, it entertains you, warms you, dazzles you, I know you are one with it.
I understand how important it is not to separate mankind from nature, otherwise he will keep destroying it and himself along the way.
I come back to the campsite after a nice session in the pass with Carine. The swell has been pumping for days, yesterday we had solid 6 footers all day. Today was a bit smaller but perfect. I am surfed out like I haven’t been in a long time. I see Timei barely waking up from his nap, Shadé at his side, still half asleep, on the beautiful woven mat. In the background Carine and Lou are joking around with Timei’s daughters. He notices my delight and says: “ You understand why Christmas Island is a true gift?” I smile back in answer. SUP
