Birds outside the window cheeped and
scolded each other. Their twittering
chatter made sleep impossible, as did smells of camp coffee drifting down from
the *boma on the warm morning air. The
sleeping camp was waking up as the vocal bush greetings intensified. We gathered, rumpled,
from bed and bungalow, and collected in the boma to wait for breakfast and the rising
sun…
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| Bungalow in Camp |
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