Touched down at Sanford Airport to be greeted by a wall of heat and rows of palm trees. There were plenty of birds around the airport including a buff-coloured bird which reminded me of a Hoopoe (minus the crest). The rest of the day was spent sorting out transport and accommodation. However, an evening car trip was accompanied by the almost deafening song of Cicadas. Back at the villa, a Cockchafer was attracted to the porch lights (3330).