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"Haaaaanjeeee, utttoooojeeeee, chaaai chaaai chaaai!"

The shrill cry pierces ears amidst the sound sleep. We struggle our heads out of the sleeping bags and rub eyes, to find this elderly man with a kettle in one hand and a flashlight in the other poking through the tent's entrance.

( Rather long gloating, with pictures. )