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.
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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.
God, the nights in Africa in the rainy season . . . there was so much noise you couldn't hear yourself think. But think you did.
"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.
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