"To the south of the lake was the distant mountain range of the Cordilleras. The arrangement of cloud above their peaks was staggering.
I understood that it could only work if I could drop the apexes of both triangles of sail and thatched shelter under the distant cloud bank. I had begged the teacher from the nearby small school to borrow two battered school desks and, standing precariously on them and on tiptoe, by a mere millimetre, I was triumphant!
When I first arrived, the boat had not appeared. Of all the colours the sail could have been, it was sapphire blue."