While this blogger had anticipated how his evening would unfold, he was far from imagining the wave of memories that would overwhelm him. Between cocktails and meetings, the DJ plays music from his past, reminding him of Bora Bora beach, a timeless oasis, symbol of happy moments and past embraces.
Gihosha, Saturday April 6, it is 10:37 p.m. I decide to try a new cocktail bar. Well, that wasn’t my first goal when I came out. To be honest, I have a meeting with a friend I haven’t seen in a while. I thought we’d go into town, eat some ice cream, and hopefully maybe catch his attention. Do not judge me. But against all odds, she takes me to Cocktail Monsters.
To put an end to my sentimental desires, she informs me that she has a “boyfriend”. A guy I know. I admit, it takes me by surprise. The rest of the evening is very awkward, well for her, I think about my ex. Precisely to our little outings on the Bora Bora beach. Bora Bora sha, I went there for the first time on our first date. Nostalgia takes over me, remembering that the beach was flooded and that it is being rebuilt, or at least what’s left of it.
Sunday April 7, it’s 2:30 a.m., I don’t know how I ended up at the Arena. How she managed to convince me, I don’t know. DJ Bee plays old hits « Old School » for a few minutes now. These same songs played when I ordered drinks for myself and this girl who would later become my “girlfriend”. I remember how the wind blew at her, her hair that she couldn’t comb because she knew it wouldn’t do any good with the crazy wind she was going to have to face.
It wasn’t really our first meeting, but that day, it was serious, I had to prove to him that I was “the” guy he needed. We had time ahead of us, the climate was favorable, it was time for a few hours of in-depth discussions. The idea of spending more than an hour with her terrified me. But, as the Bible says, “in the face of diversity, the child of God will triumph.” I’m paraphrasing, but the idea is there.
We talked about everything and nothing for almost two hours. I remember being interrupted by a waiter concerned about our empty glasses. My whole being wanted to scream at him that I no longer had the money to pay, but the poor thing was just doing his job. On the one hand, I didn’t want the lady to treat me as a cheapskate, and on the other hand, the service was perfect. So I ended up buying more than I planned. Sacred Ivan.
A nos souvenirs…
Sunday April 7, it is 3:36 a.m., I have just arrived in Buja Boom- ex Pasha. I join some friends in the bar’s new nightclub, Buja boom night club. I walk in, greet everyone and in a corner dancing, I see a girl I haven’t seen in a while. To be honest, I knew she was there. I even think the fact that she was there influenced my decision to leave Arena. Quick update, a few years ago, I declared my love for him and I was rejected, no big deal.
As he goes to greet her, the DJ plays “ El Capitan » from 19th, the whole club starts rapping the lyrics of the song. I manage to pull her from the circle and greet her. A few seconds after the hug, I hear: “Hammer H3, on Bora Bora, the hands are waiting for something to do”. And here Bora Bora comes back into my head, pushing me into a reflection. In a few years, young people will sing the words of this song without knowing where it is? Mother Earth, give us back Bora Bora.
Sunday April 7, it’s 4:56 a.m., I leave the club, I light a cigarette. I contemplate the swimming pool, its edges, I imagine myself being in Bora Bora, but it is not the same thing. The wind is blowing, but it’s not the same feeling. Yvan is not there to ask me if I am going to refill another royale, even though he can see very well that I have just opened the previous one.
After returning inside, sipping a cocktail whose composition I don’t know, I can’t help but think of our beaches. Those stretches of sand that have witnessed so many precious moments, shared laughter and sweet embraces, the waves crashing against the shore.
Sunday April 7, it is 5:40 a.m. At this time, we would be getting ready to go to Bora Bora, have a last drink to end the evening, observe the shimmering reflections of the sun rising over the lake…
As I leave the bar, I take one last look at the pool as if I’m saying goodbye to this distant memory I have of Bora Bora, taking care to preserve the memories of the times I spent there. So, one day, I could say to my child: « Oh, baby, there was a beach called Bora Bora, it sent us there when we were young! » (My child, there was a beach called Bora Bora, it marked our youth!, Editor’s note).
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2024-05-04 15:12:55