Chasing waves and waterfalls
An eerie sound wakes me from deep sleep in my tent at the edge of the jungle.
Scratch, rasp, scratch, swoosh…
The sound rises above the symphony of crashing waves and the chorus of insects. What is that?
Scratch, rasp, scratch, swoosh…
There it is again. I climb out of my tent into the moonless night, heart hammering. I switch on my headlamp, searching the darkness for the source. It gets louder and then suddenly there’s movement down on the beach: Something dark is digging among the rocks…
That’s when I realise: The sound is sand – being flicked onto dry leaves. My heart beats faster and I take a few steps closer.
The female Atlantic green turtle is almost as big as a double bed, and she’s working meticulously to dig a nest where she’ll deposit 80 – 100 eggs on the same
