blaze of glory

In order to distract from my melancholic last post, I'd like to report that tonight, her final night as my roommate, as a final triumphant act of communion between us, Sara set fire to our bedroom curtains.

We'd just wrapped up a little festa (party), everyone left, and then the electricity went out. This is common. So we lit some candles in the bedroom and in the bathroom. Five minutes later, the electricity came back on. It was about 11:30 PM.

Close to midnight, our night guard João - Best Guard in the Universe - started shouting to me: "TIA BREWK, TIA BREWK, ESTA ASCENDER UM FOGO NO QUARTO!!!"

Which means, more or less: "WHAT THE HECK, YOUR HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN!"

Sara ran out of the bathroom (incidentally, with her pants on backward). I ran out of the office. Flames were streaming up our bedroom curtains. We managed to extinguish it only seconds before Sara's mosquito net would have started on fire, and with it her bed, and with that, all her clothes that were folded there, waiting for her new life in America. We spent a moment envisioning her flying home naked. 

One final thrill, just me and BFF.

on the 5km-long bridge crossing the magnificent Zambezi river at Sena