We reach the crater lake at noon. Magical Lake Nyinabulitwa.
Tiny little birds the size of pinky fingers flit gleefully from reed to reed. The birds are so slight, their touch so gentle, that the stalks barely bend as they land.
A warm breeze shimmers through the still air. Clusters of lakeside reeds and tree branches yield in soft, sweeping succession, surrendering to the winds in a rippling…
Mel left London to chase summer around the world, one country at a time. She loves the ocean, writing postcards, and solo exploration. Travel with her on Instagram.