of time watching local wildlife of one form or another; landcrabs,
geckos, birds, the odd mongoose, and for a while I had a few hermit
crabs named Eric, in an icecream container, until I released them. From
them I learned something important for me to keep in mind while I am
here, in this job. When one is in an ice cream container, one needs
patience, and persistence. Those Koba
could not get out of the container, but they never for a moment
stopped trying. I think that may be lesson I should take on board,
given my position and my situation. The history I have been reviewing
of the attempts around the Pacific to bring about some sustainable
changes look a bit like wandering around in a container, going nowhere.
I have a feeling that for a while at least, I am going to feel a lot
like those hermit crabs.
I do. Still. But here I am in my container, having almost forgotten that piece of sage advice.