When black volcanic sand meets the ocean. When salty ocean wind messing with your hair at the beach. When you drink local wine and listen to the storm outside. When you wake up at 5am before the sunrise and listen to the sound of the ocean and sleepy birds chirping. When you have perfect breakfast among the jungle forest. When this moment is so perfect, your heart skips the beat.
Have I ever dreamt of travelling to the end of the world 24 hours flight from the closest point I can call home? Yes. Have I ever thought it would be possible? No.
But yet, here I am. Tracking my way to the mountain peak, flying over the active volcano in a small plane, waking up in the middle of the night because of the earthquake, bathing in the natural hot waterfall, following kiwi trails. And the main thought in my head goes "Here it is. Right here. Right now. Where the true freedom is".
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