Did we really hear that noise? We stop sipping our wine while relaxing on the wooden deck in front of our safari tent in the Mutale Falls Camp, eastern Limpopo province, and listen again. Was that a lion’s roar?
In any event, we decide to go to bed, since we have to wake up early in the morning. From our beds, we stare through the tent window, watching the giant trees swaying in the light breeze. Only the window, nothing more than thin gauze, separates us from the sounds of the African bush.
“Yes, we have lions here,” our guide, Thamba, confirms in the morning, throwing the leather strap of his rifle over his shoulder. “But it could also have been baboons,” he says with a chuckle.
Suddenly serious and…
