Malala Lodge
March 31, 2006
It’s so quiet here. There are whistles and hoots and an occasional train in the distance. We are the only guests until this evening when others will invade.
This morning I woke up at six. I could sleep no longer so I got dressed and took a long walk. I saw many tracks and fresh scat. At several points I heard crashing in the bushes beside me. I rounded one bend and scared off a squat deer looking thing. I collided with spiders, marveled at birds, and wandered aimlessly for over an hour. Upon my return to our cottage I surprised a monkey that quickly scurried off into the bush.
MJR
It’s so quiet here. There are whistles and hoots and an occasional train in the distance. We are the only guests until this evening when others will invade.
This morning I woke up at six. I could sleep no longer so I got dressed and took a long walk. I saw many tracks and fresh scat. At several points I heard crashing in the bushes beside me. I rounded one bend and scared off a squat deer looking thing. I collided with spiders, marveled at birds, and wandered aimlessly for over an hour. Upon my return to our cottage I surprised a monkey that quickly scurried off into the bush.
MJR
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