Night time – Bekah
I’m lying in the dark in a safe cocoon. We stitched the net up on our third night here and Matt has gone through his nightly ritual of scanning it with a torch for mosquitos before the lights went out. This is invariably accompanied by a series of repetitions of phrases like “ah missed em!”, “where’s e gone?” and “got em!” Malaria is no joke, though, so I’m fortunate to have a husband with a bug hatred bordering on the fanatical. I feel secure in here, not only from mozzies, but also giant moths, flying ants, lizards, spiders and any number of other insects that I am yet to put a name to. Eli, my creature-obsessed nephew, would have a field day in this country, though I suspect even he would prefer the critters remained on the outside of his mosquito net at night time.
The frogs are very good time keepers. They start croaking just before the generator starts up. They are remarkably loud, rhythmic and mechanical sounding. I thought they were generator noises the first night. Then there are crickets, and, depending on the hour, roosters also. Saint Peter may have denied the Lord three times before the cock crowed, but anyone who has lived in close proximity to a cock will tell you this does not mean they only crow at sunrise. While certainly serene, the average night a Kapuna is far from silent.
It’s the end of January and we’re heading towards rainy season. During the day the sun heats this swamp and all of us in it. Great clouds of vapour pile up and the humidity rises until its past unbearable for a Wellingtonian. After the sun has set, all that water comes crashing back down bringing some slight relief from the heat, though not enough to justify pyjamas, or even a top sheet. Most nights there is a torrential down pour. We have no window panes, rather grates with great louvers propped up by poles that can be lowered in case of a storm, and wide awnings out of each side of our house. This tropical climate is really quite something and I’m lying, wondering if and when tonight’s downpour will start. The water tanks are full at this time of year so anything more than a light shower will run out as overflow adding to the cacophony as it hits the tank’s iron footing. This weekend, Lord willing, I’m going scavenging for a decent bit of sago palm bark for a gutter extension, a spade and some plastic sheeting of some description. With all this humidity the kids could do with a paddling pool! In the mean time though, I’m happy to get a bit of sleep safe in my dark tropical cocoon.