Danny Breslin

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Past Lives and Happy Days

Friends, this is my last entry about my trip to Goa. I know some of you will be disaappointed, others will be sick of me going on about it but there’s no pleasing some people. Not to worry though, there are plenty of stories about other places to come. I just wanted to get this one wrapped up and I couldn’t leave it without telling you about my favourite part of the trip.

We went out for the day on this Dutch millionaire’s yacht. We never got to meet him, he wasn’t there (oh and before you start throwing accusations around, no I didn’t steal it!), he hires it out for the day with the crew. Parties of people get to journey up the coast and you get fed and watered, it’s a nice day out.

I was born, bred and buttered in just about the dead centre of England. You can’t get further from the sea yet I’ve always had a love for the sea that I can’t explain. I used to go to Dublin quite often when I was younger to visit relatives, many of my dad’s family still live there, and I was so happy on the ferry across the Irish sea. That can be one rough stretch of water and I have been out there in force 9 or 10 gales when it seemed the waves were as high as the steep sides of the behemouth I was on, fellow passengers heaving up and praying that we weren’t going to get our feet wet that night. Meanwhile, there was I in the empty restaurant tucking in. Even the chef asked me if there was something wrong with me, I said “Yeah, I’m hungry!” So you could say I’ve got my sea legs.

I’m not one who really believes in things like reincarnation. I’m not saying that it doesn’t happen, I’m just saying that I don’t know if it does or not; I’ve got an open mind about things like that and never take anything on blind faith. Yet I sometimes get the feeling that I lived near the sea, that I spent alot of time on the sea. Whenever I see films that take place on board ships I get a feeling of exhilaration. When I visited Nova Scotia I felt like I knew Halifax, Peggy’s Cove and Lunenberg; like I’d been there before even though I’d never been to Canada in my life – at least not in this life. Weird eh?

Where do you stand on reincarnation? You ever get that feeling that you had been somewhere before even though you haven’t? Maybe you can navigate through streets that you’d never visited previously, maybe a view is familiar to you that you’d never witnessed before. Let me know what you think.

So we set off in this yacht and head up the coast and it was a glorious day, the sun beaming down as if it was happy to see us enjoying ourselves, the sky was blue to the horizon and the sea was like glass. It was a great day to be alive. We headed north for a couple of hours at a steady pace and it wasn’t long before we picked up an escort of porpoises. The others on the boat oohed and ahhed as they came near but as you know I’m a little underwhelmed by them and have always been totally adverse to making ooh and ahh sounds under any circumstances. I just sat back on deck and let them enjoy the spectacle without participating myself.

The captain pointed out two buildings on the coast. He told us that one of them was a prison and went on to relate a story of two men who had stolen a large amount of money; one got caught and was put in the prison that we were looking at and the other got away with it and built the large house next to it. Every day the man in the house would sit out on his terrace so the man in prison could look out of the barred windows of his cell and see him there. What his motivation was to do this was unclear: was it to give the man in prison a lift to see what was waiting for him after he had served his time? Or maybe it was just a very cruel joke and the other man wanted to heap misery on his former friend. Who knows?

We stopped after a while and some of the guests decided they would like to swim, the sea looked inviting and I did consider it but decided against, I was comfortable there in the sun sipping lemonade and hadn’t brought any swimming trunks anyway. Continuing on we came across some fishermen casting their nets by hand, they waved to us and we waved back. It’s funny but I envied them their happiness, a simple life but having enough and needing no more.

Eventually, near a wreck of a ship that had been grounded during a storm and left to rust some years ago, we stopped for lunch. Can’t remember what we had but it was spicy.

As we set off back down south, I sat there near the prow in the sunshine and I was suddenly glad that I had brought my sunglasses. I’ve  never been the sort to get over-emotional about things but my eyes suddenly filled with tears as the realisation hit me: right there, at that moment, I had never, ever been happier in my whole life. Oh and by the way, if you tell anyone that I cried we are going to fall out!


November 5, 2012 - Posted by | Travel | , , , , , , , , ,


  1. I don’t believe in re-incarnation at all Unc have to be honest, but in Benidorm a few weeks ago… Mel, me, my mate Joe, & his fiance Liz, sat around the table with a beer, and I got the biggest feeling of deja vu ever? I actually said “this feel’s like it’s happened before…” I mean yeah we’ve been sat around many table’s drinking beer before, but not in Benidorm, it was just weird!! So I had another beer.

    Comment by jamiejlg1986 | November 6, 2012 | Reply

    • So let me get this right: all four of you sat around a table drinking “a beer”? Is that one between all of you? Nephew, if I’d known times were that tight I would have put my hand in my pocket and got you a bag of peanuts between you too.

      Comment by Danny Breslin | November 7, 2012 | Reply

  2. fantastic! looking forward to more. 🙂

    Comment by colliesofthemeadow | November 7, 2012 | Reply

  3. What a lovely story Danny. It’s all good when an experience touches you this way. And yes, I do believe in reincarnation. There are too many stories similar to yours (and many more spooky) to ignore it. Unless of course, we inherit memories from ancestors. That’s also possible, but there are some stories that defy the odds. Perhaps we do both. I’m looking forward to your next round of stories Danny. Thanks for this one!

    Comment by Yaz | November 8, 2012 | Reply

    • I’ve read about inherited memories, it’s fascinating stuff. I agree that it could be a combination of both. I’m really pleased you enjoy my stories.

      Comment by Danny Breslin | November 9, 2012 | Reply

  4. I don’t know what to think,though I have had strong de ja vue before – really strong.

    But I do say I’d like to come back as a cat that is loved & cherished.

    Comment by WordsFallFromMyEyes | November 15, 2012 | Reply

    • If it’s anything like my cat Millie then expect to get spoiled rotten.

      Comment by Danny Breslin | November 16, 2012 | Reply

  5. Oh, I’m glad your story stopped where it did. I was scared you’d run into an ex-flame too!
    But seriously, I like to believe we return to live time and time again… and sometimes, something triggers a memory, so powerfully, we need to put on sunglasses to watch a watery sun through. Nah… be assured, I’m not telling anyone you had tears in your eyes that day.

    I spent a few months in Dublin and I used to love the Irish sea with its varying moods. I loved Dublin. And if I had the chance to live anyplace in the world, I’d probably pick Dublin. What you feel for Goa is what I think I feel for Ireland. 🙂

    Why don;t you put some pictures with these truly memorable posts.

    Comment by mj | April 18, 2013 | Reply

    • Ah if only I could but her indoors kept taking the memory card to have them printed then wiping it. We’ve got quite a few photo albums but not alot on the hard drive. I have to make do with painting the scene with prose.

      Comment by Danny Breslin | April 20, 2013 | Reply

  6. Tweeted about Candolim Cabbie with #Goa.

    Comment by mj | April 18, 2013 | Reply

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