How come one becomes drawn to certain places and not others? To such extent that even without planning, somehow ends up there? Maybe it is because s/he resembles those?
There is no road that leads to Toro, only once a month a ferry takes supplies to its people. Its hiking trails are beautiful, but known only to very few. Most people who live there are alone - they have left their families to do their jobs and be: one hundred fishermen, seven police officers and one school teacher. They all are like Puerto Toro - distant, quiet, closed, filled with stories and dreams:
As life keeps flowing peacefully through and alongside world´s southern-most channels, I am full of impressions. A couple of hours ago I returned from another journey to PuertoToro. This time it was with a sailboat Saoirse voyaging under the flag of New Zeland. I did not take one photograph, but see so vividly all the lights and images from that trip.
No, I have not gotten used to the beauty, it has not become a part of everyday surroundings which I wouldn´t notice, quite on the contrary. I love the island where I live. I hope it will show me more of it, it´s secret and hidden places, it´s high peaks and low valleys.
I feel inspired and humbled by my seventh year journey anniversary which is coming this monday. I took a day off from work, to be able to do something I have never done before. What will it be, I still wonder and who will be my travel companion? Let me give that day the freedom of becoming anything. Give me courage to follow.
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