Extremes

One of those days of extremes, from indulgence to tragedy within the space of a few hours. Hangover pushed to the side, I spent some time with Robin and Kate by the beach before they had to return to Zanzibar, and then I lingered around reading on a bench.

Later I was walking along the long, straight road behind Coco Beach when I saw a motorbike driver mowed down, caught and flung around off the bumper of a truck. It was horrible. The crowd gathered and the truck driver and other bystanders heaved him into the truck to ferry him to hospital, but he was unresponsive, and sadly, I think, dead. I spent the next few hours contemplating how cheap life is, and how we never know what may happen to us in the next few minutes.