That awful sound, that cry in the night.
Suddenly, rising out of the darkness, emerging from the wild cacophony of grunts and grumbles and snorts and warbles that comprised the aural landscape of the bush, there was this terrible sound, this plaintive cry, unlike any I’d ever heard.
Eeeeeeeaaaaa! Eeeeeeeaaaaa!
The sound was beyond anything I could possibly imagine while languishing in the numbing safety of a North American city, ten thousand miles from the dangerously intoxicating experience of the bush.
Eeeeeeeaaaaa! Eeeeeeeaaaaa!
When that awful high-pitched sound hit my ears, I was struck with this feeling: I’ll never be the same again. I had always been vaguely aware that people had life-changing experiences, spiritual revelations and whatnot, but I had never expected anything lik
