We make for the river early Sunday morning, take a couple of boats, a picnic, swimwear, head out to the sandbanks. Eat perfectly ripe papaya, drink juice from the cool box. Listen to the radio. Try to rouse ourselves to a game of frisbee, fail in the heat. Sit in the shallows of the fast flowing water to cool down, far too fast to swim against. Walk the circumference of our little sandbank kingdom, watching the birds, the fishermen with their big nets. Water hyacinths, chlorophyll rich, purple flowered. The river is vast, the water copper coloured. Tiny, translucent fish dart erratically away from bare feet. Watch clouds gather dark on the horizon, above the city, back where we cam from, ominous, the storm never materialising.
I am pink from the sun by the time we leave, and feel like I have been on holiday, sand in my hair, between my toes.
Oooh, Becky! Your photos speak a thousand words. They really do. I could get lost in them completely.
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Sounds like a nice way to spend a day.
ReplyDeleteOh, you poor dear, how you are suffering in your new environment! (grin) Looks like a lovely time and fab photos as well.
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It's just gorgeous Becky. A little bit of a reward for being brave and taking a big leap moving there!
ReplyDeleteugh, i live a minute walk from the beach but it certainly does not look like that!!
ReplyDeleteHello after a while. What a brave and exhilarating change of course your life has taken! I am intrigued to see that this is Africa, when so many of the details remind me vividly of my childhood in Singapore. Mangosteen, hibiscus, flame trees; frangipani blossoms like heady sunsets, huge butterflies, wet-blanket heat and thunderclouds: all so familiar. Those wonderful papery pompoms of red and puce flowers are bougainvillea, by the way. Can you tell us which country you are in? I wish you all the very best.
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