Written (in patches between Monday 6th, Tuesday 7th & Wednesday 8th June) about the evening of Monday 6th June
I’ve taken to half hand-writing and half making a quick note as we go, in my sepeda covered notebook, as I perch on my rose-red bean bag at the front of the boat. There’s so much to tell and I’m scared I’ll forget some tiny beautiful detail, like the tropical king fisher that flashed past on the first day, yellow beak chased by red green blue feathers (which I forgot to mention before). All of it deserves to be written down or photographed or preserved. Read more