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Kuda Rah Village
Looking down on them
and feeling one's heart leaping, admiring its colours and smelling its
scent is an emotion that renews: ever the same, ever different.
Only yesterday when
the silent sailing dhony sailed the clear waters, rounded by dolphins;
now the roar of helicopters and hydroplanes breaks the silence, rippling
the turquoise waters of the lagoon, and makes flee fishes and the herons,
roosted on the madrepores surfacing, waiting for food ... It seems it
hasn't past so much time since a leaves cottage, sand as floor and an
oil lamp were our home. Now elegant, air-conditioned bungalows on palafitte,
old furniture, telephone, fax and the whole weird things of modern age,
host the today visitors of this paradise.
All is perfect and efficient
...but what's about the unrepeatable magic of those evenings spent seated
on the shore watching at stars, and the discover of desert islands where
the sole tracks were those of crabs and herons?
And what about the emotions
and the unforgettable diving in the blue among mantas, sharks, giant
groupers, tortoises, whale sharks, meek and mighty, to make oneself
be driven, hanging from the dorsal fin?
A lot of time has passed,
more than twenty years, and "my" Maldives maybe are not the same anymore,
but they entered my heart. I've changed too and I've conformed myself
to the new situation, but sea is still there with it unbelievable colours
from turquoise to intensive blue; nature always make us discover forgotten
values, the vast spaces, far from the chaos and the stress of towns,
infuses peace! The lucky inhabitants of this paradise, the Maldivians
are a little perplexed and upset by our presence and our "luxuries",
but the majority of the them still lives in a simple way in their "coral"
houses: poor, but plenty of dignity. In their eyes there's always the
peacefulness of whom owns everything he needs to be happy, their eyes
reflect their believes and the rhythm of their life have been beaten,
over centuries, by dawns and sunsets and the sequence of monsoons, the
breaking of the waves against the stems of the dhonys.
Maybe that is missing
Maldives: I felt this longing first time more than twenty years ago
... Monica Marchino Village Chief Club Vacanze
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