4.30am and I think I hear gunshot, visions of bandits fill my mind before I shift a little further out of my deep sleep and figure that thunder is more likely. Then it dawns on me that the cacophony is the product of a troupe of early rising lemurs, playing on the tin roof of my 'chalet' I'm at the famous reserve, Berenty, a bit of luxury tourism and I've had far too short a night's sleep in my first real bed for over a month. I get up to watch the sifaka dancing in the early morning light and the ring tailed and red-fronted brown lemurs jumping with their babies through the trees.
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