Once again it was dinner time and we prepared our meal - a mixture of dried packets of rice and pasta with some fresh veg tossed in. Quite a gourmet meal, which I was quite fond of. Each group carried on getting organized, setting up their site and cooking their meals. After we'd all been fed, Jimmy pulled out his bag of blush wine, others pulled out cans of beer and we relaxed once again, this time under a sky that was still, shockingly, light. It seemed as if the sun would never set. As if to encourage it to set below the horizon, the gang went up past the penthouse to a ledge which provided a natural back-rest and settled in to watch the sunset. We had a great time. I did one of my favorite things to do when up on great heights and struck a few yoga poses on the highest rock I could find. Dave jokingly threatened to do some tombstoning off the side of the cliff and was disappointed when I came running over to take a picture...he thought for sure I'd at least try to stop him. Simon (aka Macca) entered into his own contest of seeing how far he could jump over a tarn of brown water and finally everyone gathered around to see who could scale a tiny little cliff above a pit of water, black with depth, without falling in. Matt did some of his own rock scaling and busted his toe and got some use out of his first aid kit (the large one, as he was able to exchange that for the small one at the beginning of the trip when he discovered there was room for it afterall). The sunset was pretty anticlimatic, but the sun itself gave a good show, blazing huge in a deep pink hue. The sky opened just enough to shower us with a few cold pellets of rain and was enough to send us back to the bowl. Sadly we had no campfire, but we had plenty of jokes and stories to keep each other entertained.
In the morning I was one of the first to awake and decided to take advantage of our million-dollar view; I made myself a cup of hot tea and took my fruit and walnut breakfast to a ledge just past our tent and relished the beautiful morning. Shortly, Dave joined me and we sat together, enjoying our breakfast and each other's company as we looked out on the sea in front of it. Life is dotted with little magical moments; little hiccups in time that full of serenity, peace and well-being in which we feel totally connected to the universe. This was one of them. I wanted to stay there forever.
As we finished our breakfast, we joined the rest of the gang down in the bowl. A few in the group asked if I'd be willing to lead them in a yoga session, which I was of course happy to do. We went over to a rock on the opposite side of the island and I led them through a series of gentle vinyasas that worked to stretch the muscles we'd worked the hardest in the last couple of days. We ended the session with meditation in Dead Man's pose, heated by the warm sun with a gentle breeze lightly touching our faces. It was a great way to start our third day of kayaking.
Right: The Penthouse Suite