
In Lomé we stayed at a hotel that had a big tree in the restaurant garden making it a very nice and shady place to sit. And we did sit there regularly. Some little users of that tree though seemed to dislike that, or perhaps they just thought it’s funny … certain is though, that every now and then, and surely not infrequently, some rather hard things fell off the tree and landed on umbrellas, tables and chairs.

I couldn’t see very well who was bombarding us. I just saw shadows flying to and from the tree, but the loud bang of the fruits hitting the umbrellas above my head did make me jump on a number of occasions and the one that actually hit my back really hurt. Some detective work uncovered many cute little teeth marks on the fruits’ green flesh … and the sound gave it away: we were being bombarded by Fruit Bats!
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