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Naomi Campbell Watched Us Fall into a Hole
Bested by an aardvark
After a month of wild camping in the gold-tinged garden of Eden surrounding the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro, our brains adjusted to a simple existence. Each morning my eyes opened five minutes before sunrise, I unzipped my tent, waddled over to the nearest tree and relieved myself (hands-free) whilst stretching into a hearty yawn.
My bare feet wriggled into the morning dew as I inspected the branches of the 50-foot yellow fever trees that arced overhead.
The dawn chorus in East Africa is a perfect medley of sounds. This morning, one of the choral members was the aptly named ‘Superb Starling’. A metallic blue and green flash with pale expanding irises. It was the first creature I spotted as I pulled up my boxer shorts and returned to the van tuk tuk, lovingly named Princess Buttercup, before opening her heavy steel door.
After our morning coffee, the four of us would settle on a filming mission for the day and head out to make the most of the good light.
We would motor through endless puddles, annoy herds of giraffe and try to align our cameras with the snow-capped peak of…
