It
is a close encounter not only with nature but with the God of nature Himself.
Elwin Deo Arroyo
The hut we’re in shook violently as the howling wind blew
hard against it. Although the creaking noise was very annoying, I fell deaf to
it. I could do nothing more but slump my body on the floor in utter
tiredness. The coldness of the dark
night could render anyone helpless in its temptation to deep slumber. Even as I closed my eyes to float away into
oblivion, sights and picture of the day’s experience still overwhelmed my
thoughts.
As I looked blankly at the flickering flame of the kerosene
lamp struggling to stay alit against the tease of the wind, I reflected on how
my companions, Allan, a fellow student and Jonas, a professional, and I fought
hard to stay alive. The three of us have
found shelter at a shanty owned by a widow and her children who warmly welcomed
us when we pleaded for help early afternoon.
