Thursday, June 18, 2009


Until now, I have no words...

Ladies and gentlemen, behold the Bangui Windmills.

I knew they were big, but until we saw them face-to-face, we had no inkling.

As always, the sand was scorching, so I dipped my feet in the South China Sea and gawked.

We were so happy we wanted to cry. It was worth being put on hold by Philippine Airlines. (See previous post about buying plane tickets.)

The beach was deserted. There was a gently rolling sand dune on one side, and the ocean on the other. We stayed for more than an hour, while Kelly hid in a hut.

Afterwards, our friends and relatives who'd been to Bangui and visited the same windmills said, "Where IS that? We didn't go THERE. And how come there are no people?"

Kelly, you Da Man.

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