Mission 1 - Wakapoa

The black water, translucent, spears through the green, brown-tipped rushes. Uniform like the bristles on a brush, the green stretches for miles. The rest is all sky. For a time we, the boat passengers, say nothing. In awe. Mission 1 in Wakapoa is signalled by a giant Comaaka tree: it's outspread branches, welcoming. Awakened from his private reveries, Bolo tastes the water and nods: "It gud. Gud!"