After nights of heavy rain there is a welcome morning lull. The sleepy camp comes alive in the soft light, the sounds of dripping leaves, the dance of moths, squawks and whistles from the gray parrots, sunbirds buzzing in the hibiscus, lizards on the screen.
The litter of mangoes cleared from the ground by last night’s elephants. Fresh-ripened mangoes drop with a splutt to the rain-soaked earth, some booming off the tin roof, others split open in the drive.
Breakfast can be cereal, yogurt, fresh mangoes, toast, tea, coffee.
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