It was a long time between 12 and 7pm and I have worked up a scary appetite. Encouraged by the pinky-rice for breakfast and the beans and rice for lunch I am looking forward to a feed. Plain rice and a greasy mashed-up fried egg. No veg. No seasoning. I stoically mash the plain egg into the plain rice and start to eat. This is what I’m apparently going to get at least twice a week whenever the others have meat of fish. Coming straight from the airport to the bush pretty much I didn’t get the chance to buy any supplementary snacks so this is it. I find some soy sauce but it just makes it taste salty, I find some hot chili sauce and it becomes inedibly hot. I really wish I didn’t hate eggs so much!
In contrast the night walk is fantastic; more snakes, fat tailed dwarf lemurs and huge stick insects mating. My stomach is forgotten and I remember why I’m here.
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