Wheezing

During the night a group of hyenas was making a right old din. They were close enough to my tent to be able to hear the comical laughing and wheezing that they are known for, and I thought I could distinguish the pained sound of an antelope that they were chasing through the camp. This may have been my active imagination in a drowsy state of half-sleep.

A quiet day during which I shunned work and instead focused on napping, surfing (the web) and reading.

Critters, such as this millipede, emerge after dark and the walk from the canteen to the tent always requires care.