'When the last rays of sun light up the sleepy clouds in the sky,
The moon appears from in the distance just over the surf of the sea,
The wind sings me songs through the leaves of the Doum palm trees,
Telling me tales of days gone by,
In my imagination I hear the Nightjar sing and see elephants roam.
I know my soul is home.'copyright Monic Rijkhoff
' Reminiscing about our safari, we listen to the winds that makes the Palm leaves dance, the waves washing up on the shore. Gazing at the kristal blue water… white sand like velvet under our feet...'
