I awoke just after 5am to find a suspicious number of new bites, mainly across my stomach. Do I have fleas? I'm not sure. It could have been a rogue mossie or 10. I am excited at the appearance of a coconut at breakfast and tuck in to it along with my banana mashed into my breakfast rice. Despite my stinking cold I slept better, relatively flat. A lazy morning watching a hen with her 10 brand new chicks wander between the tents, the flea-bag puppies crashed out under the trees and the local kids eyeing us curiously from the road and performing whenever they think they have an audience.
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