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“A frigate bird was drifting around above me for several hours, a veritable flying devil. Enormous creatures with a wingspan of no less than two metres. I haven’t seen very many of them since Fiji. Every so often I saw it make a dive for a flying fish, but to no avail. It’s a real bird of prey. Just like its counterparts on land, you can see it circling on the thermals. When it sees its prey, it folds in its wings and plunges toward the sea. The booby birds are a good deal more successful, just like all the other sea birds in fact. That’s probably also the reason why frigate birds have taught themselves to steal the fish caught by other birds.”
“The relatively dry day was over and done with at five o’clock, so I ducked into the cabin to play the waiting game once more, listening to the world-band receiver in between. I’d brought it with me so I could follow the European football championships a bit next month, an illusion I’ve quickly divested myself of as the only stations I’ve received so far are Radio Fiji and Radio AM Australia. They mainly confine themselves to Australian news on the latter, which is a pity.
The rain pelted down non-stop up until midnight, when it thankfully stopped for a bit. I say thankfully as I’d got quite hungry in the meantime, so I went outside to prepare a double pasta meal and brewed a litre of tea. With any luck I’ll be able to get a bit more sun in tomorrow, but I’m not getting my hopes up. The batteries have very little charge left in them now!”
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