With no power, no presents and a pool ‘full of dead animals’, Natascha Mirosch recalls her unforgettable Christmas on Poole Island in Australia’s Whitsundays region
I’m leaning over the side of the runabout, watching, fascinated, as multi-sized reef fish fight to feed on the vomit spreading in technicolour slo-mo.
My brother and uncle refuse to take me back to shore, so once the vomit’s been consumed and the fish disappear, I have nothing to do but watch my skin burn, try not to throw up and fume about how much I hate it here.
