I never tire of the African sky.
Here the sun is setting over Kendwa Beach, up island on Zanzibar, where I lay on a white beach with nothing to do but survey the blue waters of the Indian Ocean. Now that I'm back in dusty Maun, I ask myself, "Now, why exactly did I need to rush away from the sea and the skies of Zanzibar?"
I left my pal, Kelly, there. She plans to hang out and write in a room just off the beach. She had planned to come visit in Maun, but when she heard about the heat, the
lack of air conditioning, the venomous snakes that occasionally show up in my storybook cottage (no reptiles have visited yet on my watch, thank goodness)and the flurry of mosquitoes this time of year, she paused and made a different plan that involved staying put.
I'm glad I saw Kendwa and its sunsets. I'll carry them with me on this journey.
From my cottage tonight I will look up at the Maun sky in awe. And, yes, I'll slap a few mosquitoes from my arms as I toast my days on this continent -- all of Africa, from desert to delta to the sea.
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