Day 56 BNP 27/12/12

This morning, we were greeted by a group of four warthogs around our breakfast table, before another downpour in this the dry season. Then it was off (in, thank goodness, the truck) to the top of the Sanetti plateau - over 14,000ft. On the way up, it seemed almost as if we were going through the Lake District (with exception of course of non British trees) - I almost expected to see a group of St Albans Ramblers marching along the road in their anoraks! Then we seemed to be more in "Yorkshire Moors" territory, before finally arriving at the top with, to say the least, a rather barren landscape sweeping into the far distance. The vegetation seemed almost totally a greyish white version of our heather. The highlight of the day was some six different sightings of the rare Simien red fox, followed by spaghetti bolognese cooked by ourselves in yet more pouring rain (yes, as I said, the dry season).