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Setting off
soon after dawn, we left the vehicle on the main road to Larabanga, and
walked an east-west transect. The ground sloped gently upwards towards a
low hill, and the young elephant grass which had burst into life with the
first rains, glowed in the low sun's light.
A bush fire had swept through the area some time before. The trunks of the
trees was blackened, and the tussocks of grass had short, hard stems protruding
from the ground a short distance. The lush new growth made it look good
elephant country to us, but it was one of the few walks in which we saw
no elephant dung at all. Perhaps the predominant vegetation was not to their
taste.