| One of the most memorable moments of that trip was the eerie night when the plane landed on a musty, humid, dark airstrip. The touchdown was not the usual landing where bright lights and small cars could be seen during the decent. It was dark, almost completely and everyone wondered how the pilot could see the airstrip, much less how all were to get out of the plane. Outside, in front of the airport, dark faces haggled over luggage and taxis. But the most intriguing thing was not noise from the people or what lay ahead. It was the smell of slow decay and the harmonious chimes of bats echolocation mosquito's overhead... |