FROM THE LAKE OF STARS TO THE ISLAND IN THE SKY

‘Do you want the good news or the bad news?’ Still half asleep, we didn’t get the chance to pick before Devin delivered both. ‘Bad news, we don’t seem to be anywhere that is anywhere. Good news, about 200 metres from here there’s a two-foot wave, perfect for body-surfing!’ I flicked off the sleeping bag and sat up. Suz and I had managed to snooze through the usually effective alarm clock of brightness and heat that comes with the first glimpse of the African sun, now well clear of the horizon.

I looked about, taking in our surroundings, which had been hidden during our boat arrival in the dark the previous night. We were on a beach of pristine white sand, our beds a few metres from the lake which stretched on forever,