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About Stuck In Paradise
From the Author A sailboat was making its way in the waters of the Pacific Ocean, near the Island of Taveuni, one of the remote islands of Fiji.The weather turned gray and tropical rain began to hit the windows of the catamaran. It was on that boat that I wrote my previous book Living MyFantaSea, but for those who have forgotten, have not read it or are not familiar with the secrets of sailing vessels, I will tell you that a catamaran is a watercraft made up of two parallel hulls of the same size connected together. It can be powered by sails or by an engine, and is used for both sports and leisure. According to the navigation system, the place I'm heading to is not marked on the boat's digital mapping system, but I'm already aware of that. The Fiji Islands have remained one of the last places on earth that don't yet have maritime mapping of the reefs and rocks around them. One can only rely on one's eyes for navigation, have a lookout watching on the bow and bring it safely to port before nightfall. Suddenly through a cloud of rain on a cliff that protruded somewhat over the surface of the water, a resort came to view,dotted with Fijian huts. Underneath, a few anchor buoys were bobbing in the water. The intensifying wind forced me to turn on the engine and fold the sails, steer the bow towards a yellow buoy and moor for the night. The coral reef surrounded the mooring right and left of the boat, so I tied it to the buoy with yet another rope. I didn't want to find myself, God forbid, on the rocks when the darkness came. In the distance, I discerned a motorboat tied to another buoy with the words Paradise Island painted on the hull. Was I in Paradise?! I was only sixty, after all, and according to my plan, I was only supposed to get there about thirty years later, not before ninety. So, what was going on here? And what do you do you when you reach your final destination so soon? When you're born, if you're lucky, you're part of a warm, loving family. When you're young, you dream of getting a degree. When the academia grants you a degree, you dream of a fortune and financial wellbeing. When you are educated and rich, you want to be accepted by society. When you achieve social recognition, you want love from your family. Until eventually, you've got love from your family, you have earned social recognition, you are educated and the husband of the century. But then you want to escape a little to some remote island. When you dream of a remote island and escaping, you dream of the Paradise Triangle, a faraway, unknown place. Suppose you ask someone anywhere in the world where they would like to go in order to feel they are in paradise. If they know their stuff, they will surely answer they'd love to be in the Paradise Triangle--somewhere out there in the Pacific--in Tonga, Samoa or Fiji. Sounds exotic, doesn't it? Well, we arrived on our boat from Israel to Fiji. This had been a twenty-four-month-long voyage, no trivial feat. And here we were, in one of the sides of the triangle of paradise. When you think of a remote island, you dream of Fiji and coconut trees. When you are in Fiji and see coconut trees, you dream of a sailing yacht. When you already are on board a sailing boat in Fiji, surrounded by coconut trees, what do you have left to dream about? The children and grandchildren you have left behind and the warmth of the family. After all, what does a man need in order to live, if not a little food and a lot of family? So, what happens when the weather outside,and perhaps also inside, doesn't allow you to leave paradise and you are stranded there? What happens when your boat is sinking because of the mightiest cyclone the elders of Fiji can remember and you are trying to rescue it? What do you think about or do when you are stuck in paradise? You simply sit down and write a book on the meaning of being stuck, or not stuck, in paradise--through your and your wife's eyes and feelings, and through the eyes of the people who live
