Boiling Water

I'll never forget that last morning at Moka.

We were down to rat poop rice and some cheese, though we were out of generator gas and water. We were going to make some tea. So we got a pot and went to the outdoor kitchen, and tried to start a fire. Oh man, did we try to start a fire. It was horrible. We were so bad at making a fire. Eventually a jaded 17 year old shooed us away and made the fire easily.

We filled our pot with water from the basins, and then Kelly shrieked. There were a half a dozen worms in the inch of water we put into the bottom of that pot. Our stomachs churned, and we dumped it out, then somehow found one last bottle of water nestled behind rotten plantains. We steadied the pot on the "tripod" of rocks over our little fire. We pourred in the water, and just like that...

the pot tipped over and the water put out that fire we tried to make all gd morning.


So we took the rest of the bottle of water, mixed it with instant coffee, and we sat there in the driveway, quietly. Along flew a bird, mere yards in front of us, that we had discovered was not yet identified as living on the island, but no one ever believed us when we said we saw it. Camera batteries were dead, and we sat there, sipping our coffee. Ain't that just the luck.