Jour 2 dans la jungle

Nous aimons notre guide.
Le lendemain nous faisons encore un tour dans la jungle, cette fois-ci en voiture. Un safari en fait, dans un jeep ouvert qui se casse dans les creux des routes et qu’il faut pousser pour redémarrer; les pieds dans les flaques et les rhinocéros à un pré de distance.

Nous rentrons juste avant la tombée de la nuit, un moment à la lumière douce. Ca doit être l’heure à laquelle les tigres se réveillent.

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It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk. View all posts by atreewalker

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