“We’d normally be at Phuket,” Robert told me as we walked the long wide
open Indian Ocean beach on the afternoon of the 26th. He and his family
were visiting Tanzania after eight years working in Indonesia.
“Actually, this beach kind of reminds me of Phuket.”  South Beach, Dec 26th, 2004 Luke interrupted
to point out a blowfish struggling against a strong riptide at our
feet. “Wonder why he is going out. The tide should be coming in.” We
know our tides these days - they dictate so much about our lives. A few
feet further on he pointed to another fish gulping for air, stranded on
the beach. “Never seen that before. Got to wonder how it got there.”
Out to sea, a thousand miles to our east a giant wave, headed straight
for us, rolled over an undersea mountain ridge that changed its course
slightly to the north. TIME Magazine: 'Underwater ridges altered the course of the waves, redirecting the tsunami's main strength towards Somalia'
Two hours later, just as we were returning from our walk, hundreds of
Somalians perished in that wave, while we here in Dar es Salaam were
largely spared: 10 dead, hundreds of boats wrecked, thousands of tales
of close calls and stories of oddly behaving tides. On December 26th,
2004 mankind heaved a collective sigh for the quarter of a million
people who drew their final breaths in the waters of that wave. May God
bless those who perished, and those they left behind. |