Last Sunday April and I set out to go the beach. It was the perfect day for it too. It was nice and sunny with intermittent cloud cover.
After stopping in 8 Miles, asking for directions, driving to 9 Miles, encountering a strangely unhelpful man with a machete, and driving through a treacherous winding road we got to Bob Marley Beach. Of course in our haste neither of us brought a towel, I forgot flipflops and April didn’t even touch the water. So all in all we made quite an odd pair. No matter. The place is a jewel. It’s tucked away from the hustle and bustle and seems to be a relatively unknown spot. Here’s the thing though, I AM NOT trying to change that, at all. It’s a black sand beach with lots of rocks and is not glamorous…except for the view. With the hills behind you, the city across the harbour and really clear blue water it’s really calm and serene.
Other than the kids having a surf lesson, and a group by the fish shop the beach was almost empty. The time of day may have been a crucial reason for this, but that was cool too. Above all else I think I was grateful for the fact that when the wind started picking up I didn’t need to shield my face or body. Trust me, being stung by sand is one of the few things that can ruin a beach bum’s fun.
With next to perfect weather and nowhere to be until 3pm April and I sat on the beach for 2 hours talking, reasoning, sharing and reflecting. It felt so good to just listen to her, and to better understand all the things she’s been dealing with.
In the grand scheme of things Bob Marley beach was where I needed to be on Sunday, and I’m so glad April decided to bum with me on Sunday. She’s always had a special place in my heart, and now Bob Marley Beach does too.