Dream Sea Change

I’ve just come back from an amazing holiday from Turkey (hence my blog absence) – one week of which was spent doing a Swimtrek where I swam over 25km over 5 days of swimming around Turkey. The. Most. Amazing. Experience. Ever! Veni vidi vici.

It was a great week of open water swimming. Some people pray. Some people meditate. Some people drink. Some people run. I swim. It was an exhilarating experience. A week of sunshine, sea and water. Water is home for me. I also fell in love with Turkey. Leaving was like having my heart broken all over again. Such a beautiful, amazing country! The week of nothing but swimming was very much cathartic. Such a cleansing and purifying experience of being in the ocean and indulging in open water swimming. Some people go to India, Thailand etc for meditation, yoga and Buddhist retreats – for me, this swimtrek was my meditative retreat. At the end of the week, I felt great. I felt fit, inspired and awakened. Not sure how or why. But I felt really different after this experience. Open water swimming is so liberating.

Water is so essential to my being, and although I got a bit abused by the water, I have a very healthy respect for the open water and oceans of the world. When you’re swimming 5km a day in the deep blue ocean, there’s plenty of time to think and reflect. I have spent much of my life traveling. I live for travel. It’s a funny thing that all of life’s experiences happen on land, yet more than half of this earth is water. Even our own human bodies are over 2/3 water. Considering, over 70% of the earth’s surface is covered in water, for me, this was an incredible opportunity to sea travel – to explore a whole new underwater world. It was a new perspective to see things below the surface and peek into an entire world that exists in water.

Words can’t really express this most amazing experience. For me, it was more than a holiday. It was almost a catalyst, or a turning point for change. I felt purified and liberated after the first week in Turkey. Something I was totally not expecting. I expected it to be like any other overseas holiday. You go away, have fun, see new things, take photos, explore a new country and then come back home to reality. It was weird, but I felt different after the first week of swimming around Turkey, in a way I can’t explain. I felt inspired, motivated, but also lost and confused at the same time. There was definite clarity but also a sense of loss. Then something even weirder happened. A few days later after the swimtrek ended, I was in a different part of Turkey and one night I dreamt of my own death. It’s scary to dream of your own death. I was a bit wary for the rest of my trip, especially that day, when I was later on a flight back to Istanbul. I paid more attention than usual to the in-flight safety procedure. Exits here, here and here. Right. Got it. What does dreaming of your own death mean? Really weird state of mind to be in, especially after what was such a renewing week of solid open water swimming. How could I have felt so alive, yet have this cloud of death hanging over me.

On my last night in Istanbul, I met up with my best friend, Em. She had flown over for 24 hours from the UK to meet up with me in Istanbul. I told her of my dream, and she shocked me by telling me what it meant. Dreams are very rarely a premonition. They also rarely foretell of the future. Dreams are what happens in your subconscious and are more a reflection of the present. Phew, what a relief. Dreaming of your own death, she told me, means ‘change’. Wow. How incredibly freaky is that. The fact that it means change, especially after how ‘changed’ I felt by doing this swim trip. It’s like what I felt had been confirmed by this dream. Dreams of your own death means change, renewal. It means a loss of a part of yourself to something new that is about to happen. It’s about transition, and new beginnings. Death of yourself is symbolic to leaving a part of yourself behind. There’s those sayings about, something needs to die in order for something new to grow, one door needs to close for another to open. This is why you dream of yourself dying. Another transition, however, lies in wait.

It is said that dreaming of your own death is symbolic of an inner metamorphosis. And almost always, dreams of your own death are a positive thing! Hmmmm. Change is a brewing. What this change is, I don’t know. It may not even be drastic or even related to job, relationship etc, but simply could be just a change in the way you feel, or even letting go of something in the past, letting go of some feeling or something. I don’t know. But I do know ‘change’ is on the horizon. It’s uncanny that I dreamt of my own death following this incredible swimming journey, this sea change. The title of today’s blog post is ‘Mukai’. The two kanji characters are ‘dream’ and ‘sea’ 夢 and 海. Together pronounced ‘mukai’ – Dream Sea. Extremely fitting in light of my dream and sea journey. The beginning of a sea change perhaps. Here is a really amazing photo (if I do say so myself) of me swimming in Turkey which captures the beauty of what I experienced – swimming towards the light. It was taken by someone else on my underwater camera. He had me swim over the top whilst he held his breath and stood a few metres under the water looking up. He was able to capture this beautiful shot of me swimming towards the light (the sun being reflected off the water).

From Swimming towards the light

Over the next month, I will be posting up a travel diary on my blog here of my time swimming and traveling around Turkey.

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Down Under: Clovelly and Coogee

I am going to take the focus off Japan for a bit, and write up a few posts about my trip back home to Sydney. Australia is where my peeps are at – family and friends. I usually try and make a visit home once a year (or every 18months or so). The last three years I have tried to coincide trips back home around friends’ weddings. The first couple of days back in Sydney were spent doing unexciting errand-y stuff. The Sunday I arrived back was a write-off. Slept and rested after the events of Japan. Monday and Tuesday were spent doing stuff like doctor’s appointments, renewing driver’s licence, supplies (medicines/toiletries) shopping, and trying to rest up and letting the body recover. From the Wednesday onwards it was full on with all systems go, and the fun factor cranked up for the rest of my Sydney visit. On the Wednesday, I spent the day chilling out with Nell. It was a gorgeous sunny day so we took a drive out to Clovelly for a spot of sunshine and snorkeling. I am super keen to do more snorkeling. I had never been to Clovelly, so I was in for a treat. Great views from the clifftops. Couldn’t have asked for better postcard-perfect weather.

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

Clovelly is an interesting spot. It’s not a proper beach per se, and there’s a lot of rock and concrete. It’s almost like a cove of sorts that is home to a lot of marine life, and is a popular Sydney snorkeling spot. People were out sunbaking (tsk, tsk) on the concrete:

From Clovelly and Coogee

There’s a seaside pool bath (natural saltwater swimming pool) to rack up a few laps. (Sydney has a lot of these pools. They are free to the public and generally chlorine-free. Sea water is used):

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

And there’s a bit of sand to make it a small bay beach.

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

The water was super clear and warm. And I saw so many marine life and lots of fish, even a big blue grouper! There were more fish here than at an aquarium. Felt like I was in a fish tank. My new purchase sometime this year is going to be a water camera. Spent a few hours snorkeling and warming ourselves in the sun. Such indulgence after a Japanese winter.

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

The rocks in this snorkeling spot are super mossy and slippery. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

From Clovelly and Coogee

It’s a nice little spot, Clovelly is. Especially for snorkeling and seeing lots of fish, and great views too.

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

For lunch we then ventured around the corner to Coogee beach.

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

On my Sydney Food to-eat list, was fish and chips. As a lover of puns and word play, I saw this great place.

From Clovelly and Coogee

Awesome name. But no, we didn’t eat there. I really wanted to eat potato scallops and we tried every place in Coogee and no one had potato scallops. Just not on the menu. What! No potato scallops! Outrage. Was super disappointed. Seriously unAustralian. Alas, for lunch, we settled on a real hamburger (which we shared), and a seafood mix (fish, calamari rings, prawn cocktails) which we shared, and some hot chips. Washed down with a Lemon, lime and bitters. A real hamburger with beetroot. (I love beetroot).

From Clovelly and Coogee

Fish and chips:

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

An ice-cold lemon, lime and bitters:

From Clovelly and Coogee

Headed down onto the sands of Coogee bunch for a swim. Water was deliciously warm. Water was so clean. Was great to be back in the ocean. Sydney beaches are so beautiful. The best in the world. No one does beaches like Australia.

From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee
From Clovelly and Coogee

Aussie thongs a.k.a flip flops.

From Clovelly and Coogee

It’s a hard life, but someone’s gotta do it.

Scenes from Dahab

I’ve got the travel bug again. I love traveling and going overseas. I keep thinking and planning for my next trip. Destination: Not sure yet. Tossing a few around in my head. Am hoping to make a few overseas trips this year. Have decided to live vicariously through some of my photos of past holidays. I never did get around to finishing posting up photos of my Egypt (and Israel and Jordan) trip. During my time in Egypt, I spent a fair bit of time in the Sinai/Red Sea region, in a resort town called Dahab (better than Sharm El Sheikh). Dahab means ‘Gold’. Was a gem of a place to relax and snorkel.

Here are some scenes from Dahab:

From Scenes from Dahab

One of the (three) hostels I stayed at:

From Scenes from Dahab

View from balcony:

From Scenes from Dahab

Now this is what I call a banana sundae:

From Scenes from Dahab

At the markets:

From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab

The Red Sea:

From Scenes from Dahab
From Scenes from Dahab

The Red Sea/Sinai region is famous for partaking in water sports such as snorkeling and diving. Dahab despite being ridiculously hot (37-40 degrees celcius in summer) it’s also very windy, which also makes it a windsurfers’ paradise.