And it DIDN”T rain!!! A downpour to accompany the annual closing had become almost a given. Yet another memorable evening, this time Takis BBQ was cooked topless instead of under an umbrella. Below too, what had become part of the season-end tradtition our local bard Roger Green’s amuzing poem. Another first this time was that Theo himself was seen to be dancing, we didn’t capture the momentus event, so if anyone does have an historcal snap of our host wobbling about the dance floor feel free to pass it along. Thank you Theo for another great season. The photos we posted below are self explanitory (if a little blurry), usual suspects in ‘party-mode’ …

A typical Kamini Rhubarb is underway. Our local church is having it’s roof replaced. When the old roof was removed a couple of weeks ago, it took some time, debate, haggling, confusion, and politics, according to local lore, to get the timber treated/painted before the new roof could be installed.

The result: a change in the weather, with storms looming, has caused a flurry of dawn-to-dusk hammering and building. A downpour into the interior of the old chapel could cause untold damage to the ancient fixtures.

Wood piles are a dead giveaway that the seasons are changing.

We were on the brink of posting some quirky September Comet photos when a near disaster caught our lens.

We have over the years suggested things to the Demos (municipality), but they always fall on deaf bureaucratic ears. This time, however, we are motivated to shout out loud ourselves.

Like in Australia and South Africa, where there are very visible signs warning bathers against sharks, we should have signs clearly posted, even if it would seem obvious to most, that swimming beyond the buoys is detrimental to one’s health— as in chopped-into-little-pieces-by-a-propeller dangerous.

Yesterday we spotted two lunatics indulging in a swimming race to the little island opposite Baby Beach in Kamini. They got there alright—well done, lads—but damn near didn’t make it back as our photos show.

The almost tragic event was narrowly averted.

The trouble, too, when an accident such as this occurs is that inevitably much of the blame gets directed at the water taxi driver for not having avoided the swimmer. Not only is this unfair—anyone who has piloted a high-speed boat (particularly into a setting sun) will tell you that it is very difficult to see something as small as a head bobbing between the waves—but there is also the guilt factor that cannot be avoided or erased.

A man’s life and livelihood can be unjustly ruined by the stupidity of a tourist (often semi-inebriated) behaving thoughtlessly.

SWIM WITHIN THE BUOYS … BOYS!