Choosing to walk to the port (London town) from where I was staying was a bad idea. Even though the island is quite small (35 miles by 24 miles, but more skinny-amoeba-shaped than rectangular) the walk proved exhausting in the equatorial midday sun. Halfway there my breathing became erratic and difficult; I soon discovered it was because I was breathing in reams of smoke. Soon I reached the bush fire, and there was a crew of two men battling the rather large blaze. They had burned out a fireline and were waiting for the fire to reach it and starve itself for fuel. Any man who fights fires from a motorcycle is a rockstar in my book.

Christmas Island (Kiritimati)
Kiribati

© Dominic Arizona Bonuccelli