Not trains, planes and automobiles, not exactly, trains, boats and automobiles. And the wide, wide Wami bubbling chocolate towards the aquamarine of the Indian Ocean
And my home for a day. Or two. Treated like a Princess. Though there was no need to peek beneath my matress for a pea; I slept better than I had done in days.
And in the morning I drunk in the view, a broad baked butterscotch biscuit bay and a burnished sea
I took a walk. And found a boat, beached, still beautiful though. Like an old queen lounging on the sand.
And I discovered I wasn’t here first …
Not by a long way: serval, genet, mongoose, bush pigs, hyena, monkeys … they’d all been up before me. All night perhaps: the mongoose indulging in a midnight feast of crab.
And then to the forest, where shade is strung and big butterflies hang on the no-wind, hotly hissing cicada air
Elephant swim in the sea here I was told. I didn’t see evidence of that. But we did meet this chap who was in a dreadful hurry, shooing us off and out of his way. I like to think he was beach bound.
So we left him to it and enjoyed the last peachy kisses of a long hot day and went back for a cold beer.
And I thought how nice it was to play at being a writer …