Beach bummed in Cambodia and Bob Dylan

So I’ve pretty much spent the last half hour listening to Bob Dylan’s ‘Simple Twist of Fate’ on repeat as I’ve strolled up and down a beach in Cambodia, named Serendipity Beach. I didn’t realise the connection until mid-way through. Serendipity and ‘Fate’ that is. Anyhow, it made for something of a moment. It was one of those ones where the great man’s lyrics began to have a personal resonance and for the first time in quite a while, I got a real personal grasp of a tune. What it means to me and why that particular song wormed it’s way into my head and out my spout. A simple twist of fate. You see, I’ve been in a pretty meloncholic form since last night that I couldn’t quite shake or understand. I forgot to do something that isn’t bad or anything, but for some reason it just bummed me out. I took it way too harsh.  I was prob a bit Shianokvilled out too. Tired and emotional. To keep in the context of the subject matter, I felt the heat of the night hit me like a freight train. It just hit me. That down-turn. I’ve spent much of the morning trying to make sense of it and I think I got it thanks to Bob.

You see, you get very cocooned traveling. Very absorbed in yourself in a sense, and caught up in making sure you have fun, etc. Of course, that’s how it should be and there’s nothing wrong at all. But you forget that there’s another life, your real life, your friend’s/ family’s real day to day existence. You kind of forget about being there for other people and that it isn’t all about you. That’s what struck me last night and brought me down. But I found solace today in Dylan’s great great tune. Anyone who knows the song will spot the kind of twin stories which he interweaves within the lyric. The sense of two people’s actions brought together – like I’m writing and those close to me our doing someat normal day-to-day. I don’t know if I’m making any sense but I like thinking about that connection you have with those who have been close to you, or that you’ve sparked with. There’s a great couple of lines in the movie ‘Shopgirl’ by Steve Martin –  “Some nights alone he thinks of her. And some nights alone….she thinks of him. Some nights these thoughts occur at the same moment. And Ray and Mirabelle are connected without ever knowing it.”

I really like that idea. That connection. A twist of fate out of control but oddly connected. You may sometimes suddenly feel an emptiness inside. One to which you just can’t relate, all brought about by a simple twist in fate. Serendipity beach eh!

I am quite obviously reading way to much into things and rambling, but there you go. To quote my favourite verse – People tell me it’s a sin/ To know and feel too much within/ I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring/ She was born in spring, but I was born too late/ Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Right, now that that’s out of my system I suddenly feel so much better! I haven’t forgotten about completing my blog re-up and telling you all about the rest of Vietnam (one of the best countries I’ve ever visited) and there’s so many good stories to come, espec from my week in Nha Trang where I had the best ever Monday of my life. All the crew that were part of Super Monday are actually here in Shianookville as well (bar one – big up to Brook) so that’s been really cool.

I’ll leave you on the note that I’ll return to travel blogging shortly and here’s ‘Simple Twist of Fate’ for those who don’t know it or need a refresh. The great man’s fantastic words are also below:

Simple Twist Of Fate

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
‘Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

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