A Land of Primates, Pygmies, and Crater Lakes
You awake to birdsong and monkey chatter. Laughter fills the cool mountain air as local children play hoop-and-pole games. The smell of wood smoke mixes with the sweet, clean scent of grass and fresh rain, even when the day has been bone-dry. Nothing compares to sleeping under the rhythmic drumming of African rain. It is felt, rather than heard, and it can lull even the most restless mind into a hypnotic slumber.
