There's something magical about the ocean. The last time I hopped islands on a speed boat I experienced this magic all over again. The exhilarating speed of the boat that dodged the waves and bumped on the surface of the water, the refreshingly pure gust of strong wind on the body as I perched myself on the nose of the boat, the vivid emerald and sapphire blues of the sky and the waters, and the limitless expanse of the world is all what the ride is about. It is at such times when you realize the feeling of being free, of experiencing what it is to have no boundaries, to be limited by nothing but the sky above and the never ending water body below. There's so much that we humans have done on land, occupying each little piece of it and gaining control, that a ride in the sea is an awakening of a kind. It reminds you that the world is more beautiful by itself, that urbanization in the pursuit of comfort and happiness is only a myth, that as hard as you may try no material comforts can be as soothing as being in the middle of the sea surrounded by pristine waters that reveal a magical marine world underneath. The feeling of joy that this proximity to nature brings is unparalleled and is best experienced than told. I envied the life of the boatmen who manouvered their boat like a beast through the waters, claiming the hostile waters and calling them their own. The beautiful pockets of sand with cliffs towering on both sides was a hidden paradise that was yet to be salvaged by main stream tourism. Like they say, sometimes you need to be lost to be able to discover yourself. This was one such place, lost in time, lost in nature, lost enough to be able to discover your true self closest to where life originated.. The ocean and everything underneath.