Author's note: I wrote this post over the course of a week and pretty much let my fingers and distraction do the writing without really focusing on a goal. When I began...

While Satara lacked the soft song of a river and the hippo grunts that had faded away to the north, evenings in camp were quite enjoyable. Our rondavel circle was visited by a...

Olifants was revisited with intimate pleasure. Our new rondavel had an even better view than the previous. Hippos were on station down below, loud and comical. Birds and mongooses...

In the morning, the hyenas were gone and I wondered if I had dreamt their presence. Departing from Balule, we concluded that the life of a camp keeper can be rough and left the...