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Standing in the fishing port in Beira, Mozambique, Jose Mala scans the faces of those evacuated by boat from Buzi , one of the towns hardest hit by Cyclone Idai, searching for anyone he knows.youtube.com He had hopeful news the day before. He met a neighbour at the port who told him his sister and two nephews had survived the cyclone that destroyed large parts of their home town. His hope is that his sister and her boys are now trying to reach Beira on one of the fishing boats that have been rescuing people under the direction of the Indian navy.


"I was here from five to 11 yesterday evening," says Mala, 27.youtube.com "I’m told my sister is alive. I’ve been trying to phone her for the last five days but the network has been down. He’s not alone. Next to a first aid station hastily erected by the navy, worried relatives wait patiently as evacuees are processed from the tuna boat that brought them on the last leg into port. Others are taking matters into their own hands. On a nearby beach, where a storm-churned Chinese trawler has been blown on to the sand, a group of people are waiting to board small, open boats to travel the several hours to Buzi to search for their loved ones. Many are being ferried there by Paolo Nyama, 58, a boat operator who was trapped in his home village near Buzi for a week.


He tells a story echoed by many others: how last week’s disaster visited the town in two discrete but shattering phases, separated by just over a day. Sitting by a pile of luggage, in clothes dirty with silt, he shows a sore on his leg from exposure to the water. "The winds came on Thursday night and knocked down many of the houses," he says. Nyama was one of the luckier ones. He took his family, including six children, to his boat where he survived for a week. ] water and no food," he says, adding that they were forced to drink floodwater." He looks tired but he is anxious to return. Further up the beach is an exhausted group unable to walk to the main port as others have done to be registered.


Among them is Ventura Francisco, 72, and Francisco Dominguez, 97, who are carried into the back of a four-wheel drive be taken to the aid station. For those arriving at the fishing port, it is a brisk operation: they queue to be registered as they come off the boat, they are handed some food and then they are treated by the Indian medics. Many arrive shoeless and in the clothes they were wearing when the disaster struck. The majority have infections to the feet and lower legs from being so long in the water. Others are dehydrated or suffering from snake bites. "When we first arrived we could only access the area to rescue the worst injured in a two- to three-hour window because of the tides," says one of the Indian officers.


Even then, the Indians add, not everyone wants to be evacuated, choosing instead to remain to protect their property. There are fears the death toll could soar beyond the 1,000 predicted by the country’s president earlier this week as the scale of the disaster becomes clearer and aid agencies struggle to meet the humanitarian need. "It was slow to start, it is now accelerating thankfully," the World Food Programme’s spokesman Gerald Bourke told AFP, speaking of the aid effort. "We need to accelerate and expand. We are not yet where it needs to be.youtube.com We are broadening the effort. One of those greeting the people arriving from Buzi is Elsa Mazambue, an employee of Cornelder, a Dutch company that runs the port concession and has made its employees available for the rescue effort. From talking to those arriving, Mazambue has her own picture of what happened in Buzi.


"What people have been telling us is that the river passes through Buzi; the villages on one side of the river had time to escape to an old sugar plantation. So they climbed on roofs, into trees and even on electricity pylons, with some still trapped where the waters remain deepest, according to those escaping on Thursday. Eleven helicopters are involved in the response, from South Africa, India and Brazil as well as from the UN and NGOs. With Beira’s port now fully operational again, much-needed supplies can be brought in by sea, and engineers are working to repair the main road into Beira so lorries can enter. Floodwater levels are subsiding slightly in Buzi, UN officials have said, and though thousands of people are still trapped the immediate threat of drowning has decreased.


There is the risk of more flooding in the coming days as a result of continuing rain and unpredictable mudslides. The risk of a rise in water-borne diseases such as cholera and typhoid, as well as malaria, remains high. 40.8m that the UN estimated last week would be needed for initial life-saving operations has significantly increased. People crowded together in temporary shelters need medical care, psychological support, protection, and education for the children, as well as food and water. People around the world have donated money. In the UK, the Disasters Emergency Committee raised £8m on its first day from members of the public and the government.


The UK has sent £22m so far and is about to send forklift trucks and other equipment. With his house destroyed he decided to take his opportunity to escape Buzi. "It was so hard, though now things are getting a little better. We sheltered on a roof, although many people took shelter in a Catholic church. And there are still people in the trees. The water got low enough so that I could escape on foot." He adds that even then it remained neck-high in places. "When the cyclone came I was in my house with my family. We survived but after that the walls and roof were gone. Then on Sunday the water started coming up from the river. Everything was taken by the water. Those of us who were a distance from the river had the chance to run away. Those closer didn’t have a chance. "We were on the roof to begin with for two days. It was so difficult. We had no water or food. After that we came down and went into the houses. I am so relieved to have escaped, even if I don’t know what we are facing here. I have a family.


FRENCH fishermen who attacked Brit trawlers over scallops today warned the war has only just begun as the UK calls for the Royal Navy to protect our boats. Five boats were blockaded by 40 French vessels on Tuesday morning who lobbed petrol, smoke bombs and rocks in a two-and-a-half hour fishing rights battle. The President of the Normandy Regional Fisheries Committee has also waded in - claiming it is becoming "more complicated to talk to the English" because of Brexit. A skipper on one of the French boats caught up in the clash has warned Tuesday's ordeal could just be the start, with fishermen vowing to put pressure on shops to take British scallops off the shelves. If ever they were to come back into our waters, then we will do the same again, but this time with larger numbers.


We won't use weapons, unlike what some people are saying in England, but we will have other things on board that are a little different. The reality is it must have been a very scary situation. "The French authorities should be controlling their own people, but if they can’t do it we should be protected by the Navy. "If they are going to be unwilling to control their own then surely our government should be protecting us. GEOFFREY Chambers was with his two sons off the coast of Normandy when he was caught up in the clashes. Here, he gives an eyewitness account. "There were flares going up.


There was shouting on the wireless. As told to Belfast Newsletter. "We are just trying to go about our jobs and these guys are getting threats and everything thrown at them. "Throwing things out at sea is a different game all together. You just escalate everything right up. Seven crew members on board the 90ft Honeybourne III feared being torched or sunk or in the violent battle. One sailor, named only as Stuart, was woken by the shout: "Boys, we need help! The French are attacking us! He said: "There was smoke everywhere. We were sitting ducks and were hit first. You couldn’t go on deck. The trawler, from Shoreham, West Sussex, lost £600 of catch as it broke the blockade in international waters. Another Brit boat had fire damage from a flare. The row is because the French can fish only from October to May while Brits face no curbs.youtube.com My heart goes out to the British fishermen who were caught up in the terrible scenes that we saw happen earlier this week. But leaked messages from a Tory WhatsApp group show MPs are fuming over the cross-channel spat and say they Gove is being 'weak' and letting them down, Telegraph reports. Whatever are Michael and George thinking about? They are showing weakness. Their proposal is not taking back control.


A spokesman for the Commission said: 'I can confirm the question of Gibraltar and the issue of fisheries still need to be dealt with. The ball is now in the Member States' courts. Mr Macron has outlined his wishes for Mr Barnier to include official statements alongside any official withdrawal agreements, outlining areas where there is a strict red line and enforcing it. France, Spain, Belgium, Denmark and Portugal are among the countries who have voiced their concern that the draft withdrawal agreement published last week did not address the subject of fishing rights. And Paris wants so-called side-declarations on fishing to be included, which clarifies the EU’s interpretation of negotiations. France has been leading the push to ensure UK fisheries remain open, allowing access by other countries.


Is Brexit about to rewrite the rules for fishing on the English Channel? With tensions already high between the French and British fishing fleets after a confrontation over scallops, Brexit could change the game completely by redrawing battle lines in the Channel. French fishermen are anxious to avoid a Brexit that could shut them out of British territorial waters, while in British ports, trawlermen hope such moves could reinvigorate their fishing industry. The "Scallop Wars" in August saw French boats attack British ones in the Seine Bay off the Normandy coast. Paris had banned French boats from scalloping in the area between May and October to preserve the stocks. So when British boats exercised their rights to go for them, a French flotilla mustered, hurling rocks and smoke bombs and ramming the UK trawlers. Pierre Marie, second-in-command on the Bonne Saint-Rita.


Marie was unloading his catch at the crack of dawn in Port-en-Bessin-Huppain, a small fishing town on the Normandy north coast of France. Marie was involved on the night of August 27 when around 35 French boats chased off the British trawlers, some of which were damaged. But the running battles do not necessarily mean that all French fishermen want to see a clean-cut Brexit, because that could involve Britain re-imposing exclusive fishing rights over its waters. Marie who, like several others in the town, is hesitant on the topic. For the scallopers, who rarely fish in British waters, "a hard Brexit would be very good news," said Olivier Eudes, who runs the local fish auction. But it is a different story for deep sea trawlers, which take 60 percent of their catch in British waters.


They are the ones bringing in the high volume of fish that keeps the auctions going. British and EU negotiators are at loggerheads over the conditions of Britain's withdrawal from the EU next year and there is still no agreement on the shape of future economic ties after Britain leaves. Even though it has cost the British fishing fleet, the French instinct for unity is respected on the other side of the Channel. Drew McLeod, 50, the skipper and owner of the Van Dijck trawler in Brixham harbour. The British scallopers involved in the Seine Bay clashes are based in the town, home to 17,000 people, on the Devon coast, southwest England. Many boats in Brixham harbour carry pro-Brexit banners reading "No fishing sell-out" showing the UK surrounded by its vast territorial waters. Opinion polls suggest at least 90 percent of British fishermen voted for Britain to leave the EU. McLeod has his hopes for Brexit, but fears British control of the seas will be given up as part of a trade-off. What would be nice is control of our own waters. But there's not a chance of that.


A fishing town in the north-east is to be highlighted in a new six-part TV series. Fish Town, which starts tonight on BBC One, will showcase Peterhead, the UK’s biggest fishing port, and is narrated by Game of Thrones star James Cosmo. In the first episode, fishing boat Reliance, skippered by John Clarke, heads to a fishing ground off the Shetland Isles in search of whitefish and prawns.youtube.com John is joined by his son David, who harbours dreams of one day taking over as skipper. It will also follow the crew of another Peterhead boat, the Ocean Endeavour, who head out to the UK’s most remote fishing grounds, Rockall, in search of haddock. Skipper John Buchan features in the episode helping rookie fisherman 18-year-old Nathan Foreman on his first trip on a deep sea trawler.


The new series won’t just focus on the people out at sea, as it also follows 25-year-old fish merchant Jason Jack at the new Peterhead fish market. He is seen competing with 10 other buyers for the morning’s finest fish. Jason, who has worked in his family’s company G&J Jack Seafoods since he was 15 years old, said the arrival of cameras didn’t put him off in his high-pressure job.youtube.com Jason said: "The filming took place last year and was good fun. It was nice to show someone who doesn’t have a clue about our industry what we have to go through every day. "I’m a bit nervous now about being on TV - I think I might get some stick from people at the fish market. "I was on the clip for around 10 seconds and I had people texting me that they had seen my face and I had to tell them I was actually in the programme. Jason, who buys and sells fish all across the continent, said he hoped the new series would bring an increase in sales. He said: "I think the series will give people a better understanding of the industry. "With our type of business, we are not serving as many English and Scottish orders as we used to. I’d like to do more in the UK.


For those of you - especially my newer followers - who are hot aware, several weeks, and several posts ago, I wrote about my experiences of the Tsunami of 2004 while I was working in Phuket. That part dealt with the initial event and resulting impact. With this continuation, I talk about the aftermath in the following days, weeks and months. It also follows the subject of my last post, introducing you to some of the great people I have met along my journey. In early January 2005 I visited Nam Khem with a Thai friend of mine, Khun Tdoo, who was a fireman at Phuket Airport.


We drove up early one morning together, a journey of around two hours. There had been little coverage on the town in the news, we’d only heard by word of mouth that things were bad. The lack of media interest was, as it had turned out, inconsequential to us, because nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared us for what we would bear witness to. We first stopped at a Red Cross tent which was being run by volunteers and met a young man who offered to show us around the town and fishing community. His name was Taan. He was the one who had told us that in Nam Khem alone, the death toll was estimated to be 5,000. He was qualified to know, he lived there.


He later told us that out of those 5,000 deaths, eight had been from his own family. He’d lost both parents, all of his siblings, plus his pet dog. Nevertheless, there he was, working all hours of the day, helping those who needed help, and postponing his grief for another day. When I read newspapers, I often think that the word hero is overused. A sports personality scores a goal, and he’s suddenly deemed a hero. Perhaps. Are they heroes? They most certainly are not. It’s the Taans of this world, along with firemen who enter a burning building to save a baby, and policemen who get stabbed to death while protecting innocent members of the public who are our true heroes. We walked around the port.


Thousands of tons of fishing trawlers were now mere scrap, having been obliterated by the very thing that they had been designed to spend their lives with - water. The port’s population had been in the thousands, but we saw not one house or any other structure intact. We spotted a pickup truck which had been swept into a deep hole and filled with water. Now partially drained, we could see a hand pressed against the inside of the windscreen. That sight stopped us in our tracks. Tdoo and I both cried. When one considered the rebuilding which would have to take place, it seemed impossible to find a starting point. Houses, in which to shelter people?


Infrastructure, to facilitate access to food and medical supplies? Schools, to enable children to continue their education? Where does one begin? The following Sunday, I had, as usual, driven to Kamala to give one of my students, Sophie, her piano lesson. Her British father was away at sea, so it was just Sophie, her Vietnamese mother - Ha - and myself. After the lesson, Ha served me some wonderful Vietnamese soup for lunch as had become customary. We were chatting, and I told her about my experiences in Nam Khem. She made a suggestion that we contact all of our friends and raise some money with which to buy some urgently needed goods.


It was a mistake which would almost lead to me getting a bullet inserted into my head a few months later, but that’s a story for another chapter. With the money we’d collected, we drove to a wholesaler in Phuket Town where we purchased essentials such as baby powder, toothbrushes and nappies. We also bought a few toys. God knows, those kids needed something to make them smile again. We drove to Nam Khem together shortly after our shopping spree and Ha reacted just as I had done on my first visit. By now, the authorities were concentrating on building emergency shelters in the form of basic wooden huts. There were thousands of them.


I stopped the car, and immediately upon opening the door we were mobbed by children and parents. They were desperate, hungry, tired, confused - and very afraid. We tried to hand out our offerings fairly, but it was impossible. People were just snatching from our hands. International goodwill was showing signs of coming through. We saw mountains of clothes, blankets and canned food. In countries such as Thailand, it’s always better to donate physical goods rather than money. Millions and millions of Thai Baht sent by good Samaritans globally went missing. It was quite simply stolen by corrupt officials. They’d go home to their huge mansions at the end of each day with a smug grin on their faces, leaving those with nothing to fend for themselves, or to die.


They have no shame whatsoever. I'd heard that a Temple in Chalong, just south of Phuket Town, was taking in dogs which had been left ownerless and homeless. As a dog lover, I decided that I was going to give one of them a good home. I drove to the Temple, got out of my car, and was almost trampled by what I estimate was around 300 dogs of all shapes, sizes and age. I'd almost given up being able to choose, when I spotted a tiny ball of black fluff in the middle of the crowd. This little gem was the only dog not barking. She just sat there, looking up at me with pleading eyes.


I walked over to her and scooped her up. She was my Girl! I drove her straight to a vet, had her cleaned up and vaccinated, and then took her home. After a few days of feeding her and building her strength and confidence, I started trying her with a few games. The shiny tiled floor inside my house would always become extremely slippery whenever it got wet. Later on in January, I decided I wanted to do something significant for the people of Nam Khem. I'd spent a large portion of my younger life in Norwich, so, with logical reasoning, the people of my old home town became my target.


I contacted Derek James, a columnist for the Eastern Evening News, who had written about me on numerous occasions in the past. The newspaper agreed to sponsor me to fly back to Norwich to play a series of performances, and take questions from the audience, a project aimed at raising money for the children of Nam Khem. The plan was to use any funds raised towards rebuilding the school which had been destroyed. The Ambassador Hotel at Norwich Airport had agreed to provide the venue. Theera had agreed to give me time off in order for me to push through with everything.


We were all set. My flight was booked. Tickets, advertised by the newspapers and radio stations in Norwich were selling well. I was ready to go in just a few days. One morning, I drove to Phuket Town - a drive of around 40 minutes from my house - to meet someone for a light lunch. Like we British, Thais drive on the left. The main road going south from Sarasin Bridge in the north of Phuket is largely duel carriageway, dissecting the island in half. I left home, drove through the small town of Thalang where the road narrows to single carriageway.


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