(last born boogy boarding, pangani. 2009)
presently, i feel like the time when i thought it was a good idea to body surf across the manda channel, (between lamu and manda islands)...towed by a dhow. i desperately clung onto a rope, stoically rubbing up the finest finger blisters that side of the equator, as the dhow caught the thrifty kazi kazi winds winging their way down from mogadishu. the time when i nearly drowned. and if i hadn't drowned (or hadn't had drowned) i would've surely been sucked out to sea by the nasty undercurrents of that particular channel if i hadn't had water pedalled so furiously. so bloody magnificently. i tell you.
the fear of being sucked out to sea is an old one. it's a dreamed one. a real one.
i am away now. for a month. arusha - zanzibar - dar es salaam - lusaka - joberg - durban - joberg - lusaka - dar - pangani - arusha.
the chances of things going wrong are enormous.
the chances of things going right are slim.
my bets are on the latter. risky but damned fine.
isn't it miraculous when your luggage arrives the other end?
i think so.
a wood man in africa: 6th december 2009:
here he is, the little wooden man. so jaunty like, on top of my piano.
nothing chistmassy about him. he has no idea.
i might try to blog somewhere along the line.
here i go, inshallah, zig zagging 'cross east and south of the continent.
so, toodely y'all. toodely (bravely waving a hankey in the wind)
bises X.X.X. torn, stormy ones x j