A tragic end
Yannik is sitting in his Duplo box pulling out Duplo bricks. Fabio
is dragging a wooden crocodile across the floor and Olivia is giving
the washing up a go.
It would seem that 2 months after Bridget's tragic death that everything
is back to normal. But normality is relative. Was it not normal
for us to make daddy Barbas out of real stones, to give a real iguana
a short tug on the tail or to do the washing up in a mountain stream?
Of course we knew that our journey wouldn't last forever but the
fact that our 'normal life'ended so abruptly doesn't make the situation
in Salzburg any easier for us.
But how did it come to this?
Here's a glance back at the last days in Peru.
After getting our bus halfway under control we continued carefully
across the Andes.Yet again we had to cross snowy passes between
the heights of 4000 and 5000m.Once we arrived in Cusco we got to
know the town and its surroundings before taking the train to Agua
From there we set off for Machu Pichu early in the morning where
we spent a day like straight out of a travel brochure.
After that we visited the market in Pisac where we discovered that
the delivery of the package that we had been expecting fron Germany
(the replacement for our stolen photography equipment) had been
Because of this delay we found ourselves with a 'free day' before
leaving for Bolivia,which we wanted to use for a boat trip.
After a short time, the boat capsized between the main current
and eddy. In the next part of the river (which could be classed
as calm) I was able to surface and get back to the boat. I was underwater
for quite a while and Olivia was tied to my back. Then I managed
to get all three of the children back to safety in the boat. I didn't
have any more contact with Bridget. I presumed that she had already
swum back to the bank. Yannik confirmed that when he told me he
had seen her clinging to a rock. My attempts and all other official
attempts to find her after that were in vain.
Almost exactly one month later, local fishermen saw Bridge's body
being swept downstream. Now she lies here in Salzburg in the Kommunalfriedhof
For now I can only find consolaton in the fact that the time we
shared with each other was lived intensely and to the full. My close
contact with Bridget and the children helps me to cope from day
to day now that we're alone. But after seven months in which my
wife and I spent every hour together,it is so hard for me to get
by without her joyfulness.
I would like to thank all those who have supported me in any way
or have sent me e-mails of encouragement. Although I know that Bridget,
through her joyfulness and untimely death, inspired and strengthened
a lot of people to make the most of their own time, most will carry
on as before, without change. Should any one or the other of you
have been moved to a positive change through her then I would be
delighted to receive your e-mails.
In spite of this tragic end,I hope that you enjoyed following our
journey as much as we enjoyed travelling.