Twice a day Cabaceira Pequena is cut off from the outside world. During hight tide the mangroves that surround the village at the ocean are impenetrable. Only when it's ebb tide you can wade through, but then you have to know your way on the narrow paths. That's why I don't enter the mangroves without Ibrahim, the guide who has learned to find his way through the wet forest ever since he was a child. Walking in the mangroves makes me feel tiny. The roots of the trees alone reach as high as my shoulders. We splish splash over the meandering trail in silence, and when I look back, the forest seems to close again after us. I can't help but be a bit relieved when we reach main land again.
