Tales from Ichirouganaim
Sometimes the adventures of life take you down lonely trails. Trails where you are bruised, cut and in pain. It is in these times you have to dig deep. That was the lesson on the Great Train Hike. Digging deep!
Our ancestors dug deep to lay wooden sleeper in this rustic terrain. They dug deep to cast and lay steel which helped to build a nation.
Did I want to quit? Yes.
Did I want to just catch the Bathsheba bus that was coming? Yes.
Was I in excruciating pain? Yes.
However, like my ancestors, I had to lay sleepers, albeit digital GPS tags. Like my ancestors I had to cast and lay steel, albeit digital platform and like my ancestors, I finished the trail, with green shirts to greet and place the medal of accomplishment around my neck.
Forty three kilometres completed not including terrain and from the mouth of Jose River where fresh water meets salted, I found my totem.
A small black stone.
As the shuttle took us to Bridgetown, I squeezed that stone and the reminder of who we truly are was apparent.
To be Bajan is to be unbreakable!
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