Each time I arrive in Tarawa after being away, I am struck by something.
The first time I marveled about how such a island with a maximum elevation of 3 meters (10 feet) could survive thousands of years in the middle of the Pacific.
I also prayed that the plane would make it across the short runway before toppling into the sea.
I must say that the feat looked very impressive from the air and I am not sure how I actually managed to walk all that way before high tide--although admittedly I did have to swim across a few. : )
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