My time in Tobago did not turn out to be a holiday in the classic sense of the word, more a journey of discovery. Discovery of Tobago, Tobagonians, and more to the point of myself.
8 days without T.V, radio or a companion, in an unfamiliar environment, allows the inner voice to speak.
For 90% of the time I was immersed in "real Tobago", and came into contact with tourists on only two occasions.
Was I ever lonely - no
Did I seek Brit company - no
These thoughts never crossed my mind.
I walked in the most beautiful places, watched the birds, crabs, fish, lizards....;
Observed the sky, wind and weather changes.
Began to get to know the Tobagonians nearby, fish with them, they baked bread in their homes for me, I bought home grown veg, got taken to hidden waterfalls, the list goes on and on.....
Did I think of home or loved ones - no.
Did I want to share this time - no
I was looking out, out at all the simple pleasures, the real “time out”
During the week I felt myself expanding, was it the food? slow pace? for the first time in my life I didn't care.
When I arrived home the bathroom scales say that I am the same weight as before.
The expansion is in truth in my heart, acceptance and outlook on life.
On the plane home a passenger did a double take, "What happened to you? On the way out you looked stressed, tired and worried. Just look at you now, more zen and you'll fall over" I replied " I found my Tobago"
This message comes with a HUGE thank you to steve and the forum gang, without you I would never have gone.
Am I going back?
as soon as possible
Dear Hugh your photos wow