We loved waking up to God's glory every morning.
While we were there, we became quite interested in this Island off the coast that was shaped like a volcano. (you can see it in the picture below, to the right of the sun) We thought it might be fun to hike up. So one day we hired a motor boat to take us there. The boat was a large wooden canoe with a motor attached. As soon as the boat showed up and the kids jumped in I heard Eric saying, "Oh don't pull that wad out, the boat might sink." Lovely. Two men went with us. One to drive. The other to translate. Turns out the second guy did a great job of bailing during the hour and a half long journey as well. It happened to be quite windy that day too, so there we were on our wooden canoe, with a motor attached and the guy faithfully bailing while we faced 1 to 4 foot swells the whole way there and back. My stomach felt like the water looked by the time we got back. Haha... just another Tuininga moment that I end up half way through and wonder, "what in the world am I doing here with 8 kids???" The island, as it turned out, was covered in very thick brush that was my head height or taller. Our bailer/translator was a man of many talents and also happened be pretty handy with the panga. He blazed some resemblance of a trail for all of us. Well, actually, I stopped half way with the two little ones. I was finished fighting the plant life. William was momentarily lost in all the brush, but thankfully was found around the time we realized he was lost, and as it turned out the Island was NOT a volcano after all...at least what Eric could see of it above the brush. The kids had no such luck in seeing the view. And should I even mention the swarms of lake flies at the top? We had previously been calling it Volcano Island, but afterwards, the kids changed the name to Itchy Island. All that said, however, we have a great memory from our adventure...one we won't soon forget. :)
We also had a full moon rise while we were there.