Morning life on the reserve is indescribable. Like an orchestra made up of a wide variety of forest inhabitants, all playing together. I find myself in the middle of the concert stage and listen to the instruments of the forest, whose sound surrounds me from all sides. Howler monkeys provide the unmistakable power of the music, while here and there rustling and flapping wings can be heard in the bushes. I'm in the middle of this. Right in the middle of the music as the reserve comes to life at dawn.