Sweet South Africa.

I want to try to describe life living in the wilderness with barely any people, but surrounded by thousands of animals, snakes, spiders and millions of mosquitoes. There is a peacefulness to the night, but not a quiet. It is overwhelming with the high pitched frog calls, the smell of campfire and oil lanterns and the sand and the cool beneath your feet. The great hare, Kalulu, lives on the moon and watches over our African nights. Second spring has come to the bush and the baboon tail, the poison apple and the kudu lily are in bloom. The ngala roars and we are sung to sleep at night by the wind through the marula and jackalberry trees. A firefly flashes his love to the glowworm below. Bubbling Kassinas chirp and the final "gooowaway's" are sung. A jackal cackals and finally the haunting lullaby of the hyena comes from the Karongwe river bed. The intense heat of the day lingers in the koppies but is loosing position to the night air and the high pitch of the mozzies reign. Orion tipped upside down, looks down from afar. Slow motion giraffe necks turn from camp and disappear. A white faced owl calls, a baboon howls, a bat sinks low. Deep breath. Sleep.
-amy