It's very clear in her memory. It was 22nd July 2008 turning into 23rd July 2008, just past midnight. She finished her work at midnight and rushed home like crazy because she had an important appointment.
50 minutes of journey back home from the hospital after a long shift was tiring. But she was actually very excited. She was about to hop on a car with someone she quite liked to an exotic place where she had heard about for so long. At this stage she did not know what would turn out, she had no clue at all.
She reached home, quickly showered, packed a few things, and there he came.
Like a gentleman, he loaded her backpack and camera gear into the car. Smiling the whole time. Then again he pulled out the homeword he'd spent days doing, excitedly explained to her the names of the little towns they would stop by.
' I know you love taking photos, I planned this trip so that you might take some good shots along the way...and you deserve a good holiday...'
yes, Blue Bubble, yes. Thank you very much.
It was a fantastic journey. Mr German Bob cruised smoothly through the small city loop, then the surburban streets, then along the highways... They talked and talked in the car.
I can't remember what they were yapping about on that night. But they identified more and more similarities between them after each topic that slipped out of the tongues. They felt they were again brought closer to each other.
They talked about work, their common friends, their childhood, music, their hobbies, photography...
Something has broken. It must be the ice.
And in between towns she fell in and out of sleep. He thought she was very adorable when she curled up into a small ball while she slept.
It was dark and cold outside, but warm and cosy in the car.
She didn't know how long it took...it must have been 7-8 hours of driving. The first ray of sunlight beamed through the thick dark cloud at dawn and she woke up. The surrounding mountains bowed low to the sun. How beautiful. How magnificient is God's creation!
She yelled out and clapped her hands happily like a kid. He smiled again.
' Shall I pull over so that you can take some photos of this beauty?' he asked.
'No, Blue Bubble, no. but thanks :) '
They arrived at a small town Mt. Gambier for a break. They decided to have their breaky at the McDonald's, that's the only thing that was open.
They sat down, ate, had their coffee; he flipped through the newspaper while she was busy playing with her camera. No one talked, as though it was a mutual agreement, and they were not uncomfortable with the silence.
Out of the blue he put down the paper, nodded , smiled and said ,' This is good.'
Somehow she knew what he was talking about because she felt the same.
She smiled and answered, 'Yes, indeed this is good.'
Yes, Blue Bubble, this is very good.
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