On this assignment for The Daily Telegraph I visited Lake Maracaibo in Venezuela, where more lightning strikes occur than anywhere else on the planet.
Reaching 10,000m into the night sky, the lightning reminded me of accounts I had read of the aurora borealis. The spectacle was loud visually but silent in an auditory sense and I was amazed at the variation of lightning strikes above me.
Some lit up high sections of the atmosphere like heavenly smites, while others zigzagged horizontally through the lower reaches of the sky like a child waving a fizzing sparkler on bonfire night. I felt like I was looking up at filaments of charged energy detonating within a giant light bulb, but sadly I could already feel night turning to day.
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July 9, 2015