08/11/13 - A Curieuse Halloween
Hola everyone!
These past few days on the island have
been eventful to say the least. With turtles now causing regular bursts on
excitement on our wurtles and snurtles (walks and snorkels looking for turtles
to all those not island oriented) its somewhat surprising that we have any
energy left at the end of the days. However, in true Seychelles style, we spent
most of our Friday revamping the base in preparation for our Halloween party.
Many ghosts were hung around the walls of the common area, and a giant cardboard
spider was hung in the kitchen window. This caused much anxiety for our beloved
guard dog Digby, who barked and whined at the mere sight of it.
As the afternoon wore on the costumes
started to develop, in many varied levels of scariness. The characters that
emerged varied from cats and rats, to the more obscure carrots and sea urchins.
And let’s not forget our lovely staff team that came as the crew from Scooby
Doo accompanied by a very familiar Scooby of our own. Then, as always, the
eating commenced, with a plethora of delicious dishes to feast on and a
spectacular graveyard cake-complete with its own topographical story to
accompany it.
After everyone had sufficiently filled
their bellies, it was time for the games to commence! Apples were bobbed for,
and musical statues was played to the haunting tune of ‘‘Thriller’’. Many a wobble developed as attempts to stifle
laughter failed and I’m quite sure the shouts from our exuberant chocolate game
were heard all the way over in Praslin. I will never forget the hilarity of
when people screamed out for the mask, snorkel and fins and tried to put them
on so they could stuff their mouths with chocolate before the next person
rolled a six. It was the last game we played that night as all other ideas of
games just ended up in a confusion of laughter. The night however will be one
of my fondest memories of my time here, although I think I say that about
almost everything that I experience here.
Regardless it was a lovely last chance
to party with our staff members, who, as of Monday, have been reduced to three
and a half. On Sunday we lost our bird man Pat, who as migrated across the bay
to survey Black Parrots in Praslin. Then on Monday we bid adieu to our Scottish
scholar Pascal, who decided he’d had enough of the 7.05 morning starts and
returned to his homeland to enjoy all the comforts of non-island life. Despite
these sad events, our spirits were lifted with the arrival of the new
base-manager-in-training, Luke. He now makes up the half until he becomes fully
fledged in all his base manager glory.
So it has been an eventful start to the
week, with several feet being attacked in the mangroves this afternoon, it only
seems like this week is going to get better!
Love,
Zoe
0 comments:
Post a Comment