I woke up bleary-eyed at 6.15am to my alarm. It would be 12.45am in London. Having squeezed into my special surf leggings, I pounced on the hot coffee, dates and bananas being offered on the verandah.
The view from Tekanda Lodge’s indoor/outdoor living room with the sun rising is something to behold. A low mist was clinging to the neatly divided paddy fields below, the pale pink sky was pierced with an amber fire and the jungle orchestra was in full swing: peacocks miaowing, birds chattering and monkeys making their guttural howl. The scene was breathtaking, the early wake-up was forgiven.
