Years ago, newly arrived in Gabon, I rode my bicycle to this trailhead and wandered through a most amazing landscape until waylaid by a torrential rainstorm. I sought refuge under this tree for what seemed like hours as the rains flooded the trail below.
The oppressive atmosphere, thick with humidity and sweltering heat was transformed as the storm passed. A refreshed breeze danced beneath columns of rising steam. Birds high above filled the forest with melody, with crickets in chorus below. Today, when I see this tree, I think of that day from the past, and I feel like I am back in the company of a good friend.
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