I Was Too Young to Die (Part 1 of 2)

The roads had a capacity for treachery and the mountains appeared complicit. Several times we had been here, gambling on the mercy of mother nature, but this was the storm season and she always forbade us entrance to the seaAs he guided the van around the final hairpin and the bay came into view I saw the weight of the ocean heave itself against the land and shuddered.

This was our third visit and it wasn’t a pleasant drive from Mogan to San Nicolas, I could see he was pissed off. A death throw of some huge storm far out in the Atlantic determined that our style of fishing was nigh impossible. I was hoping we weren’t going Spearfishing today. I put a cassette in the little Bush player we had with us, hoping to lighten the mood. ‘Take it to the Limit,’ began to play. ‘Fuckity, fuck, fuck,’ I thought, not a good choice. As Randy Meisner of the Eagles begged to be put on the highroad so he could take it to the limit one more time the Master’s expression changed from disappointment to determination. Where was Doris Day when you needed her ‘Que Sera, Sera.’ We walked down to the harbour where my cigarette was soon extinguished along with my hope of grandchildren, ‘I’m going in,’ he called through the wind. ‘You don’t have to.’ I was a kid and drowning seemed a better option than being left alone in a storm on Gran Canaria, so we headed back to the van, put our wet suits on and blew back to the harbour wall. We passed an old man sat in the lee of a rock smoking a pipe. How did he do that? I felt like Dorothy and he had a pipe lit. He called us over, ‘Estúpido, hoy no es posible, morirás,’ he said. The Master grinned at him. ‘Not today old man,’ he said turning to me, ‘He says were going to die,’

I smiled and nodded and I have no idea why. I wanted to say that in actual fact I was going back to the van to have a nice cup of tea and you’re going to die, but I followed him to the harbour edge. He explained our mode of entry. We wait for a big wave and as it recedes we jump in and I was to stay with him the whole time we were in the sea. He counted the waves, the seventh wave is usually a big one. A nod and a push later I was in the water finning like a mad man it was then that I realised that he hadn’t explained how we were going to get out. 

 


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About charliecountryboy

Carpenter and Carpentry Lecturer. Writer, 5k and 10k runner, musician. Curious about life and all those wonderful people in it.
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35 Responses to I Was Too Young to Die (Part 1 of 2)

  1. Ana Daksina says:

    HATE when them Mountains get complicit. HATE when somebody figgers out how to smoke in the rain. HATE when somebody says I’m gonna die (except right now, it would be cool, really). HATE when the tourguide forgets to explain that stuff…

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  2. Frightening story, amazing photos. I am looking forward to Part 2.

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  3. ilonapulianauskaite says:

    I like the story, pictures looks interesting also🤔

    Like

  4. I swim but to scared to go near the sea in stormy weather..

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  5. inaloveworld says:

    Thank you for sharing a great story and beautiful photos! Looking forward to the 2nd part.

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  6. Carolyn Page says:

    Hahah… Charlie, what a great read.. Have you ever thought of turning ‘your life’ into a novel? What a great adventure story that would be… And, your ‘style’ is fabulously entertaining – hanging on every word… 🙂
    xoxoxo

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  7. ChecheWinnie says:

    Thrilling

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  8. Watt says:

    The images kind of advertise the post as a most lush adventure in my head.

    I hope that made sense…

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  9. Thanks for the cliffhanger. Holding my breath the whole time!

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  10. Thank you very much sir 🙏🙏 for kindness.

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  11. thoroughly enjoyed it 😊

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  12. kerbey says:

    Oh, the adventures you’ve had! I guess you can spend all your time making money or you can spend all your love making time.

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  13. i read the story backwards but that did not prevent me from loving every word. very cool sea story. i could sense the surf as i read:)❤️

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