Under the bat tree.

Outside the tourist hotel in Gan Island. Hundreds, at times. Giving the word hang around a definitive new meaning. Of course, here they are safe... from local children who throw stones at them. Reason?? Probably as revenge for eating their mangoes during the previous night.

Bats are awake all night, raiding local fruit trees and flying around haphazardly. They can't see I have heard. But the way they sense even the smallest of fruits from the trees, I sense that not being able to see is sometimes even better.

On some mornings I can hear them screaming extremely loudly from this hanging point. Nothing serious I guess. Probably fucking, after a good feast. :-))