January 8, 2013 by brasiersarah
This waterlogged landscape is breath taking like reality is conjuring up a magic trick right before your eyes, its hard to grasp it all and the pictures just never quite do it justice but Sarah does a pretty good job
This became our sanctuary for the next 3 days tended to by a great crew who where always ready to laugh.We meandered through the islands taking in the stunning landscape on our seaworthy vesselOn our first day they took us to the floating village and we were rowed in by the people of the village (not to be confused with the village people). This place is an amazing existence and these wonderful people allowed us to be apart of it. Each floating pontoon is a house, kitchen or a fish/squid farm these people live off the water and use it every bit to their advantage.Some canine friends at the fishing village. They strongly protested that they don’t eat these……………. ones.
We spent part of our new years eve here. This was the path to our dinner table…in a cave! They served us trays and trays of food while we slouched into a steady state of loose morals and limited hand eye coordination. Myself and Savage decided to explore the dark depths of the cave to find what was yet to be discovered. With torch in hand and beer in the belly we slithered through the narrow cracks of this death trap only to come back with our hands empty of any exploration and clothes full of sand.This is when my memory started to distort, when a game of “Cavuno” is announced then you know your night has only just started. A distant relative to the Uno clan, Cavuno has spent many of its years in hiding after the bombs started to fall. Only being a recent discovery, it is nervous and tight lipped game, but when unleashed it’s fun is rivaled by no other game.A faulty shell from the war at the entrance to the cave (note they showed us this after the dinner in the death trap.)A moment captured from the dance floorAs our new years eve night progressed we where thrown behind the bar and told to show our worth……so we did. I have had some bad cocktails before but none as bad as these.Serving the crewThis was the captain of the ship. We called him Mr. Smith. He donned a long calf length leather jacket very reminiscent of the ones seen in the Matrix (hence the name).At the end of the night we where given a straw as a proclamation of our worth behind the bar we took the straw with great honor and decided it’s going straight to the pool room.