t’s hard to sleep in the tropics. There’s the intangible excitement that keeps me awake, the awe and anticipation that comes from being surrounded by the world’s oldest – and Australia’s largest – rainforest, stretching 450 kilometres along the northeast coast of the country and replete with floral relics dating back to the age of dinosaurs. And then there’s the tangible: a veritable insect and bird orchestra chirping and twanging away in the tangle of jungle that surrounds my villa. The crescendo of graceful tree frogs, the soft vibrato of cicadas. The powdery flutter of moth wings, the metronome strobe of owls and
