Again we were woken up in the middle of the night. This time it was a loud, sharp snap as one of the tent poles broke. The side of the tent took a funny angle and we were sure an animal was trying to enter trough the canvas. This time Bernt was the fastet to grab hold of the shotgun, but we soon realized it was dead quiet outside, and nothing alive moving out there. By inspection of the tent, we concluded that the pole had broken due to wear and tear, but it sure got us startled. The pole was mended with the repair kit and some gaffa tape, before we hit the sleeping bags and got the last hours of sleep.
We canoed about 20 kilometers, and made camp on an island about six kilometers away from Siltaza Lake. I had the camera ready in the canoe the whole day, wich of course ment that no animal would show itself to us.