The night comes with light rain, the trails afford to dust. That day, I was the first to reach the "jackals" camp guests. Jackals in the local language, called "wooden cloth outside ha. When on the road, the beautiful blue and purple mountains and green plants all the way to confuse, vehicle stop-open to open, 15-minute trail to protect the entrance to the camp entrance, open for half an hour. Far from waving the camp manager, Paul and several service personnel holding a hot towel and juice, he saw me, said: "protected area in front of the security call over a Chinese girl a car just come in, we look so long , has been worried that you lost it. "
Put down the backpack, sit down quietly, that strange feeling again. Moist lavender fragrance filled the air, the sun touch of lemon juice, such as Green. Travel fascination of such a person, as if getting into the affectionate love, can not say break.
Paul all the way to go with me to the room. Come before the phone with him, talked a good talk. He worked in this camp for seven years. "Jackals" camp in Kourou lake outside the National Park, there are countless cute little animal. To the road, antelope, birds stumbling walk road. Speak, butterflies and birds around to play around.
My thatched cottage called "Impala". Kinds hind legs Waner with two big eyes like dark spots beautiful antelope. Inside in the bush, quite secretive. The air was filled with the wonderful taste of the wild, prehistoric flood.
Sheep, Sofa, tapestries, woven mats. Immediately took off his shoes, and barefoot jump in the sheep on the two-hop. The hard smell, slightly fishy''s raw, freshly painted lime acid, thatched anti-infiltrated to the warmth.
Early in the morning, there is no dust, but some really lack. Red hot shower, and then the mortar. The parting of the room is very far away, how can. Watching the birds outside the window, humming a song. Bubbles inside the struggling Bugs patience they lost out. Surrounded by a blossoming of solitude.
Lunch half an hour later, a cool indoor, the muffled hum of insects in the corner. Out presents to the cameras, binoculars and books. The three magic weapons in the afternoon all the arrangements. But I know, always have been blessed accident. Heart open, quiet and look forward to.
Conch on the head string, "Lingling" Qing Xiang. Suddenly, that gap open. Only when a person, only audible sound. Bow and listened, saw years ago, a dress covered with petals. Moment, light, coordination, deep-seated, cardiopulmonary exquisite.
Always engrossed in watching all around, color, light and shape. The lovely potted plants and white curtains. I know I''m smiling, warm hug. Gently the door, left the key in the lock.
The door on the small table stood an Indian Ocean side of the hurricane lamp. Imagine orange flame, when the dinner came back and reflect light and shadow on the stone walls and flies dancing.
Passing neighbor, in fact, they are yet to come. Listen to Paul today, plus I have a total of eight guests. Off-season weekend in this total capacity of 20 guests a private tour camp already is.
Lounge. The overall color is very Italian with. Few hanging on the wall Ma Tau face lit up at night, very strange and wild wild atmosphere. The whole camp is a South African designer''s work. Afternoon walk back, and Paul have been here reading tea. The other guests are driven out to see the animals, I chose to take a walk in the bush. Sweat fortune, the mountains Guoyunlou cascading into the sky.
Round blanket of ground piece of calfskin stitching up, loved it. Seen in Nairobi, really expensive it. An Indian couple, has been where it did not go drinking water, lying in the corner. I am not far from the reading. Affectionate love, then do not light powerhouse pass over. I am looking at the "Pink African" and "Africa faces an upsurge of emotion. They talk boring, lazy over here. Smiled, and with each other, "Hey," they laughed. The stalls have a land and a large table, camera, binoculars, bags, books Shoulong, soak a cup of fragrant tea.
To see the animals France a lively spin back. Children excitedly all over the floor running, the school look of the small gazelle escape. Remember that in Kakamaiga rainforest, and a Frenchman with the walk in the rain forest, the children all the way to a loud shriek, which led us a long way did not see. Later had to say goodbye to own the road and tour guides. No people do not like a friend or partner to walk hand in hand in the road. But very often, we have a person on the road. In loneliness and solitude, the leap in time to meet and the parting, see the flowers and Splendour.
The truth of life, many of which are faint rendered in such a silence. Lost and Delirious''s heart do not catch. A tidy bags, calm departure. After a few days or longer, to open the door. Bathtub filled with water, put the period of Mozart''s opera excerpts will slowly submerged in warm water in the middle.
Private swim camps usually arrange to see animals at night. Day after dinner, we just got into camp jeep, the rain started up to. Paul drove a guy sitting on the roof with a bright flashlight around, strafing find animals. Black tails "African kangaroo" jump rabbit jumping a flutter in the grass, shiny eyes find any buffalo, spotted hyena and the gazelle in the rain blurred. Raining harder and harder, we knock on the roof: Hey, you come on down! Man muffled to say: I''m fine! One of his feet hanging down, the water pattering, we laughed and moved. This guy is on the left of the handsome young man.
Before leaving the camp, Paul in particular, let me take a look at the newly renovated family rooms. One level up the stairs, light and shade heavily, looking down. Standing spirit OBE. I know, mountains and grasslands, the sky and birds, they all know how I feel. Where they have been.
As if a huge covered with fruit trees, raised his hand toward the sky.
From the exposed face of the bathtub, the water is cold.