When I lived in Africa, the nights were filled with noise. Not just cars -- there weren't many of those. But bugs, frogs, birds, bats, dogs, you name it. (Double that and you might get an idea).
A symphony of life. Never any peace.
Montreal is constant ambulances and buses and traffic.
I just want to go where there is not a single murmur of anything. No roar of the ocean, no crickets chirping, just NOTHING. An ABSENCE OF SOUND.
I''m beginning to believe deaf people actually have something on us.
Among the loudest nights I've experienced were the nights I slept in an open-air hut in the jungle in Ecuador. Holy moly! Trillions of buzzing insects, monkeys, bats, cats, you name it. Oddly, I felt safe in my elevated hut, tucked into my bug net, and I slept like a baby every night.
ReplyDeleteGod, the nights in Africa in the rainy season . . . there was so much noise you couldn't hear yourself think. But think you did.
ReplyDelete"God, that's a weird frog . . . what the HELL was THAT bug? I hope it stays outside . . ." . . . like I said, a symphony. I miss it so.