now on foot, snaking our way along the rocky path which leads to the area where it has been determined will eventually become the Hotel Complex.
Alex and I are exchanging light conversation as we lag slightly behind the others, much to do with the burden of carrying the weight of my photography equipment. He has generously offered to shoulder the majority of the weight but still I can feel the bite of my rucksack rubbing against the moistness of my skin on my shoulder.
“Are you ok, Mia?” Alex peeks at me shyly as he hears another small wince escape from my mouth.
“I’m fine, sweetie. Being a pampered model, I’m not used to carrying my own bags” I laugh back at him, although I’m aware there is a great element of truth in the statement.
“Mia? Can I ask you something?” Alex keeps his focus on the path ahead, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Sure” I smile, noticing a flush begin to spread across his neck towards his cheeks.
“I’m a bit embarrassed asking…..oh, it doesn’t matter. Forget it.” He shakes his head, his cheeks reddening further.
“Alex” I stop walking for a moment “Just ask me, whatever it is.”
“Well…..you’re Mia Fox…..I mean, a Supermodel …….the guys back at home all think you’re really HOT…..” He stutters out each word, embarrassment cringing all over his face.
“I’m still just a person, Alex …..but go on….”
“Could….could I get an autograph or a picture? The guys won’t believe me when I tell them I’ve actually met you….in person!”
At the sight of his wide eyes and pink face, I can no longer stifle my laugh. I place a hand on his arm. “Of course you can. But maybe we can do one better, eh? What would make your mates really jealous? A picture of us together….or maybe you could take a bikini shot of me?”
“Oh my God! You would do that for me? Let me take some pictures of you?” His wide s mile achingly parting his face, eyes like saucers.
“Why not…..then you will really have a memento to show your mates, eh? We’ll set something up after dinner tonight…..how does that sound?” I smile back at his eager, young face. My eyes flick a glance at the noticeable bulge growing in his groin and the quickening dilation of his pupils. We start walking hurriedly again, running to catch up with the others.
***
Pitcairn being one of the world’s remotest islands with a population of less than one resident per kilometre across its forty seven square kilometres is truly a beautiful place. I have travelled the world extensively visiting far reaching and distant shores yet already this Island has captured my heart.
As I scan the proposed site of the Hotel, I am awed by the lushness of the green fertile landscape of the ‘Rock of the West’ as it has become known. All around me my nostrils are filled with the salty air from the South Pacific Ocean.
I had not realised that time has passed me so quickly. So busy was I taking shot after shot with the Cannon, from this angle and the next, stopping only to re-trace my steps to assure myself I have not missed the brief, I am oblivious to the team of engineers making their way towards me. I blink as a figure appears full frontal in my line of shot and it is only then, that I take the lens from my eye.
“You need to take a break, Mia. You’ve been hard at it for the last three hours….have you even stopped for a drink?” Jake is looking serious.
“I will. Soon, I promise. Just after this last set of shots” I pull the lens back up to my face.
“No. Now, Mia. In this heat you need to pace yourself. Come and join us for a break. And that’s an order!” He mock reprimands me, raising an eyebrow.
He stretches out a friendly hand to escort me, and without thinking, I place my hand in his. We walk in silence back towards the clearing which houses a temporary porta-cabin. The rest of the team are gathered around discussing the morning achievements and plans for the rest of the day.
Alex and I are exchanging light conversation as we lag slightly behind the others, much to do with the burden of carrying the weight of my photography equipment. He has generously offered to shoulder the majority of the weight but still I can feel the bite of my rucksack rubbing against the moistness of my skin on my shoulder.
“Are you ok, Mia?” Alex peeks at me shyly as he hears another small wince escape from my mouth.
“I’m fine, sweetie. Being a pampered model, I’m not used to carrying my own bags” I laugh back at him, although I’m aware there is a great element of truth in the statement.
“Mia? Can I ask you something?” Alex keeps his focus on the path ahead, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Sure” I smile, noticing a flush begin to spread across his neck towards his cheeks.
“I’m a bit embarrassed asking…..oh, it doesn’t matter. Forget it.” He shakes his head, his cheeks reddening further.
“Alex” I stop walking for a moment “Just ask me, whatever it is.”
“Well…..you’re Mia Fox…..I mean, a Supermodel …….the guys back at home all think you’re really HOT…..” He stutters out each word, embarrassment cringing all over his face.
“I’m still just a person, Alex …..but go on….”
“Could….could I get an autograph or a picture? The guys won’t believe me when I tell them I’ve actually met you….in person!”
At the sight of his wide eyes and pink face, I can no longer stifle my laugh. I place a hand on his arm. “Of course you can. But maybe we can do one better, eh? What would make your mates really jealous? A picture of us together….or maybe you could take a bikini shot of me?”
“Oh my God! You would do that for me? Let me take some pictures of you?” His wide s mile achingly parting his face, eyes like saucers.
“Why not…..then you will really have a memento to show your mates, eh? We’ll set something up after dinner tonight…..how does that sound?” I smile back at his eager, young face. My eyes flick a glance at the noticeable bulge growing in his groin and the quickening dilation of his pupils. We start walking hurriedly again, running to catch up with the others.
***
Pitcairn being one of the world’s remotest islands with a population of less than one resident per kilometre across its forty seven square kilometres is truly a beautiful place. I have travelled the world extensively visiting far reaching and distant shores yet already this Island has captured my heart.
As I scan the proposed site of the Hotel, I am awed by the lushness of the green fertile landscape of the ‘Rock of the West’ as it has become known. All around me my nostrils are filled with the salty air from the South Pacific Ocean.
I had not realised that time has passed me so quickly. So busy was I taking shot after shot with the Cannon, from this angle and the next, stopping only to re-trace my steps to assure myself I have not missed the brief, I am oblivious to the team of engineers making their way towards me. I blink as a figure appears full frontal in my line of shot and it is only then, that I take the lens from my eye.
“You need to take a break, Mia. You’ve been hard at it for the last three hours….have you even stopped for a drink?” Jake is looking serious.
“I will. Soon, I promise. Just after this last set of shots” I pull the lens back up to my face.
“No. Now, Mia. In this heat you need to pace yourself. Come and join us for a break. And that’s an order!” He mock reprimands me, raising an eyebrow.
He stretches out a friendly hand to escort me, and without thinking, I place my hand in his. We walk in silence back towards the clearing which houses a temporary porta-cabin. The rest of the team are gathered around discussing the morning achievements and plans for the rest of the day.
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