Unlike the English Camp at Ankarana, where trees socked us in, the slabs of rock have created an open area, affording views all around. So much rain falls here every year, it is said, that residents are always waiting for it to stop. Looking up to the north, west, and south, I can see a steeply rising mountain flank, which cups our modest encampment as if in a protective hand. To the east, the land drops away to the valley we ascended yesterday. Earlier this morning, as we spooned up a breakfast of rice porridge with canned milk and raisins, we watched as sunlight moved down the huge rainforest trees to the west of camp along the stream, starting at their emergent crowns and ending at their roots.
Wildlife abounds here.
He was just as conversant with plants. They believe that by doing this, her baby will come out as easily as the rice. The tiny leaf-tailed gecko brought into camp last night was no bigger than your pinkie. The findings were as rich at camp last night, even though we'd only been here a matter of hours. Wright, for her part, saw things in the stream yesterday that she'd never seen before.