A white man is watching.
July 29th 2007 I’ve rented a tent at Fisherman’s Camp, a popular campsite tucked behind the reeds on the shores of Lake Naivasha. The rain’s already let up as I stake my tent into the mud; there’s a riot of birdsong in the trees above me, squawks and trills and little calls of longing. Black-and-white colobus monkeys - their scrunched-up, Oriental faces taking me in with hostile regard - scratch and nibb
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