Day 19 | Lone Palms and Lost Oranges
A bus ride with a polite conversation with a lady from Tokyo and an observation of high school skater later, we were walking on the beach in search of a place to pray. We found a spot under a lone palm after somewhere along the way I lost our bag of the remaining oranges, granola bars, and singular avocado, so our backpacks were just a little bit lighter.
I was looking forward to being still because we had just throw ourselves onto Oahu, and the plan was nonexistent, yet I did not want to pause.
Pausing means listening...