Sunset by the waterhole

Back at camp, we were all trying to process what we had seen. We all agreed it had been a once-in-a-lifetime experience!

Later, we sat at the waterhole until it was too dark to see anything and then had dinner. Ivan and Ernest had made a fire in the barbecue area. We sat around it telling stories and enjoying beef goulash with rice, followed by coconut tart.

We went to sleep tonight to the sound of lions rumbling in the bush. When I had to get up to use the loo during the night, there were nyala all around our tents. It was lovely and warm in the shower block with soft lighting and the distinctive smell of paraffin. It immediately transported me back to childhood holidays in Mablethorpe when we would spend wet days in our rented beach hut, keeping warm around a paraffin heater!Leia mais