I spent last night wide awake, thinking of cyclones as the rain poured on our tent. Then the huge sound of the bush – raucous frogs doing their thing – reminded me that nature’s bounty includes the (dangerous) snakes that feed on the reptiles. Then the thudding started. The sound of falling coconuts drowned out the frog-bait chorus. Most mothers may have a primal fear of a (metaphorical) coconut falling on their little ones – strange to be in a place where that metaphor is reality.
This morning the coconuts continued to fall, I felt like I was in a computer game. We have actually decided to leave. Game over, Africa wins but at least we escape with our lives!
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