You must take a packed dinner - whilst one can be cooked and brought in - I hear the echo of a voice in my ears that said - "wouldn't it be so much more better to cook our own" ... and with some supplies from a shop on route the plan is laid.
In short - Mr "friendly" was correct - and we had to hand walk the baggage up what is a serious 200 Yards of hill track.
So that knocked the first thought of romance out of any ones head !!!
Our hut not ready yet - we sit and wait in a nice area for 2 other huts - and book to go on the 4 pm tour around the sanctuary. In the goodie box (shopping on route) were some partly cold beers - so cracked one open - and then another ... and finally the hut is ready.
I wont bore you with facts - but chimps are quite funny about other chimps being introduced into the pack, so the process of release is often over a year of slow introduction. If they don't do this in this way - the chimps wait until everyone has gone - take them into the bush - and kill them. So its a slow process.
Tour was good - said that - lots of information - lots of chimps - and then back to the hut for the night. Still day light we sit on the balcony, open the wine, and relax ....
the night is falling and its time to put on some lights and make some food. I remember pointing out that the lights must be like a free food sign for insects as there is no other light for a few hundred miles around - laugh laugh - giggle - giggle.
So lights on - gas cooker lit - and time to cook canned tuna and couscous. The night outside gets darker and darker - the noises of insects, crickets, chimps, and strange rustling around the hut - gets louder and louder, and the tinned food ... did I mention no fridge !! .... is ready. Well its no feast - but its food and wine.
Finished eating - its time to sit on the balcony and relax ... again ...
Now times that by 10 !!!!
Anyway - we are not going out - cant - the creature from the black lagoon was still banging at the door trying to get in. So its an early night ... just needed to squash another huge thing, less aggressive, that had got into the hut .. check .. flip flops .. nice invention ... now bed.
The night is hot, there are mosquito nets on the windows up stairs ... so at least some air in the hut ... but no lights - mosquito nets wont stop the lagoon chap if he wants through them...
Morning - so go on the tour again? No - lets go for a nice walk .... or at least that's that voice again making what I think is a good idea ... a walk to the dam ? well not so keen as it seems to be a less trodden track - but hey - survived the all night attack of the huge insect brigade - so why not ... why not indeed !!!!
The track was as it seemed. More akin to the edge of a jungle trail, with dangerous overgrown paths, drops down into dangerous bush land - and insectopia .... about 2/3rd of the way down the path, the thoughts of leaches and whatever having a free meal - its time to turn around. Anyway - time is running out - and the driver is due soon. And quite honestly, too many battles with insects ...
Back to hut - get our bags - and off - down South ... to beaches, bars, civilisation, and cooked food...
I should point out that - this was the only blog entry written in the UK !!! I must have been so distracted by the events of the night that I totally missed writing about this ..... blanked from the memory ..
Bareguitarists are not big on insects !!!!
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