I lay still in the darkness, my eyes sleepy, my ears still awake listening to the unfamiliar sounds of the forest around me.  Chirping, creaking and the rustling of leaves around the stilts of the hut.  Occasionally the echoed sound of a lizard, “ggggecko” reverberated in my ear, the noise so close it could have been resting on my shoulder.  The humming of the generator stopped and all had gone black so I knew it was after 10pm.  In the corner of my little hut, enveloped by a pink mosquito net that encircled my bed, the night so quiet and black that it was almost too peaceful to sleep.  Unable…