The Journey to the Nothing Island

by Jose Rodríguez Rios (Peru)

Making a local connection Peru

This isn't a travel history per say, this is a history about love or maybe about a dislove. The leyend says that above the early years of the millenial and the new world there was a new way to experince live and expand your world, the world wide web was called. I was just a late teen ager in my nineteen's and i was desperate to find new experiences but mostly i was desperate to find true love. In the search of the traveling of the web i met a girl that appeared to be so great as i was never find before ever or even after, never again. The big problem she had was that she lived across the seas, so far away. Disregarding the huge ammount of problems including possible lies and tricks i took a leap of faith and with the few savings i had and the selling of my car i managed to get a one way get away and my trip started that very same day. These were different times, not like the world is today. Papers and planes aside i finally arrived to my destination, i crossed the the seas in my way to make my local connection. Little i knew that this history would gift me so many misteries, little i knew that more than a love for a person i would have met a pure love for nature. My destination was a woman in a land where the lenguage was for me like being mute or deaf or simple disabled. Trains, cities and little nature; coldness and fear i finally arrived to my destination. My impression was so big as realizing that this woman didn´t exist therefore a man opened the door, laughed and stole my inner self, my all. Alone in an extrange place and broked i went to the local port and stayed there until finally i could find, harresseling, a boat. So the journey begun and my experience of travel became not in land but in water and the greatness of the ocean, adrift and alone. I had to return into my country in the pacific ocean, in south america and i didn't know how but i would lie if i tell that i remember the next days i am just glad i didn't sucumb into the abyss of crazyness. I remember waking up, dehidatraded and in a half broken boat. I remember to see land above and defrey fastly without even seen nothing at all. This was an island weird, extrange, hard to describe like if it would an island from a movie or from another world. Huge palms and extrange animals, i saw extrange plants and extrange extructure. I saw a volcan and extrange weather, all in the same island. Nights got rain of fire like acid to the skin if you didn´t fidn refugee. There was surrounded by huge stones and some of them had forms of homes so for the next weeks (by then the concept of time was abstract and irrelevant) i made them my home. During the days i explored the place in the hope of finding water due to the horrible weather and maybe some kind of resucue. I felt like castaway. Nights and days were not normal, days could last a few hours and nights be long. Other days with luck was vice versa, at least i never got bored. Finally in one of the eternal days i got myself into the center of the island and was huge my impression when i saw her smiling and waving to me while she was sitting in the bottom of one of those huge palms. Yes! is was her! the same girl who made me begun the journal in the first place. With my heart beating hard and new energy on my body recharged i ran fast to her and before faithing i could hear finally you arrived, my love, i was waiting for you all these time alone. Next i remember i am hugging her, living in a tropical paradise and with that the rest of the world fade as well. In a loup and during the eternal days i asked her and she said oh dear, we are already out of earth.