In Sittwe the bats fly at dusk. The rude squawky crows that rule the airspace during the days have all settled in for the night. These bats aren’t the little fluttery things we think of but large graceful fruit bats with faces similar to foxes. During the day they roost upside down in one part of town and as night falls they fan out flying silently in a direct line. Where they go I do not know.
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