We had our tents positioned on the shore line of the Runde river in such a way as to see those rock formations first thing in the morning when we would open our eyes.
The elephants were gone, the mourning doves had ceased their incessant "guroo, guroo, guroo,
the silence was palpable and for a moment the thought crossed my mind: "That's what it must be like when you are all alone in the world".
Soon, however, the rustle, the yawning, the morning cough coming from John's mosy tent brought me back to reality. Then the clatter of the breakfast cooking pans promised the start of another day.
What adventures would this new day bring ?
This sandstone formation, the Chilojo cliffs,
extend along the shore of the Runde river
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