Sitting, reading the incredible “The Golden Notebook”, in a bamboo chair by the beach. There was thunder earlier and even a couple of drops of rain, but now only the clouds still have purple edges. And the fishermen are going out to earn their living. Because that is one thing that I learned today. At dusk, the fishermen aren’t returning home. They are going out. Long lines of Fanti boats, heading out to sea.
The beach dog joins me for a while, then he jumps down and gets comfortable on the sand, also watching the fishing boats moving along the horizon.
Later: The darkness that falls like a blanket over the world here. At six-thirty, pitch, and my body tells me to fall asleep. The lodge staff light a fire by the beach. The wind in the palm trees sounds like rain. The lights on the fishing boats mix with the stars, creating the illusion of galaxies melting into the sea.
Katja Malmborg 