To get yesterday's picture of Belage being anchored off Babel Island, I had to row the dinghie ashore and climb a hill which was pockmarked with (tens of ?) thousands of burrows in which the mutton birds roost. They look deserted during the day, but at sunset, they magically congragate and then descend en masse on the island. This morning we pulled up the anchor at 0600 and a mile east of the island the birds were having a meeting. An awsome sight, which transalates only partially into a picture.
Ik begin steeds meer te begrijpen van je opmerking "moet je naar een dierentuin"