Battlefields big and small...

I'm back in DC now-- crashed hard in my own bed last night-- always nice. The thin foam mattress I slept on under mosquito netting in Chad doesn't compare. The nights there were sweat-drenched and buggy. Add in the wacked-out dreams that Malarone (an anti-malarial drug) throws in the mix, and there goes any restful sleep. Every morning I'd wake up in my little bungalow in Zakouma National Park and the floor would look like a civil war battlefield, littered with the bodies of thousands of insects that had somehow crept their way in during the night. There was no point in trying to step around them in the morning-- just too many. Crunch crunch.

But enough of that. I was covering a story on elephant poaching-- here are a few images...