UFO
Ok, so everything operates on African time here. Which means
everything is always late. The only way on and off Chizumulu island is
basically this boat called the Ilala. Smaller boats owned by locals can be rented to go between Chizumulu and the larger Lakoma.
Ok, so everything operates on African time here. Which means
everything is always late. The only way on and off Chizumulu island is
basically this boat called the Ilala. Smaller boats owned by locals can be rented to go between Chizumulu and the larger Lakoma.
Our trip for New Years is over and we are waiting to leave. The Ilala is scheduled to pick us up
New Years day, 12pm... well, so I guess that means the day after new
years? hm... I dunno. Anyway.
New Years day, 12pm... well, so I guess that means the day after new
years? hm... I dunno. Anyway.
SO since Adam and I were tenting we packed everything up and decided to stay awake waiting for the boat.
midnights not too far right?
midnights not too far right?
SO we wait and wait.
We end up waiting for the boat to come till 2:30am. Lets just say we did not sleep for
about two days straight. You can decide if that lessens our credibility or not. At least we were not drinking. So while we are waiting for the boat, Adam, Yoel (volunteer in livingstonia), Greg (older volunteer in Nkhatabay) who is temporarily running the lodge, Wakwenda, on the island) and I are all waiting at
the beach front/bar area. Some mellow music is playing and Greg and
Yoel are chilling out on the lower deck, heatedly discussing something. Their strong personalities combine for loud, amuzing conversation.
about two days straight. You can decide if that lessens our credibility or not. At least we were not drinking. So while we are waiting for the boat, Adam, Yoel (volunteer in livingstonia), Greg (older volunteer in Nkhatabay) who is temporarily running the lodge, Wakwenda, on the island) and I are all waiting at
the beach front/bar area. Some mellow music is playing and Greg and
Yoel are chilling out on the lower deck, heatedly discussing something. Their strong personalities combine for loud, amuzing conversation.
Adam and I climb the ladder to the top deck and are just looking at the stars. We look out over the
dark water where fishing canoes with hurricane lanterns bob like lighted buoys dotting the bay. I catch a light from the corner of my eye simultaneously as Adam goes "Do u see that?"
dark water where fishing canoes with hurricane lanterns bob like lighted buoys dotting the bay. I catch a light from the corner of my eye simultaneously as Adam goes "Do u see that?"
As we look this teardrop/ ball of light green fire with a deeper emeraldish green center appears in
the sky. As we watch it sinks/falls slowly towards the horizon before abruptly disappearing. It was at least 50 times bigger than the pin prick of light a shooting star is and about 20 times slower. it was surreal. We ran down the wodden ladder/steps and told the others. They were fasinated. Boys being Boys they wanted to check it out, even though it was gone. SO up they went to the upper deck. They sat serching while Adam rel\told the story.
the sky. As we watch it sinks/falls slowly towards the horizon before abruptly disappearing. It was at least 50 times bigger than the pin prick of light a shooting star is and about 20 times slower. it was surreal. We ran down the wodden ladder/steps and told the others. They were fasinated. Boys being Boys they wanted to check it out, even though it was gone. SO up they went to the upper deck. They sat serching while Adam rel\told the story.
The image of that flamming, slow-motion, ball of fire decending over the lack into the distant hills of Mozambique will forever be burned into my mind.
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