Where the hell is Tahiti? If you open up a map and throw your finger to the middle of the pacific ocean you might find it.
Why did I go? Because it was there.
I knew I had to get back home to Malaysia before heading back to Oslo and from Providence it would be a hell of a journey. I could have broken it up by going through LA or something but I figured I’d seen what I came to see and eaten the bryani I’d wanted to eat.
I bade Umar goodbye. It would probably another five years until I would see him again. The tightness in his hug implied that would be the case. We had grown up, earned money and built some sort of lives for ourselves in America and Norway but we stood on the soft shifting ground of an immigrant‘s life in each of our places.
That hug was a hug of two sailors on their separate boats, bobbing and drifting apart. We would go our own ways, become stronger and meet again under a different sky, I promised him. He nodded, lost for words only the second time this trip.