Afrisafari – From the field
With the stench of blood—the crunching of bones and slurping between the low growls, I grasped how completely disadvantaged, as humans, we are with predators. Their senses are far more advanced than ours in the dark hours.
As a wildlife photographer, I’ve had some experiences with lions that have left me shaking in my tiny tent. On one trip, with two big males outside, I curled up, not moving a limb, realising that the thin plastic of my tent was hardly protection enough. My heart was beating, and my pillow was soaked; the more I sweated, I wondered if the lions could smell my fear. One paw swipe and my cocoon would be in shreds. I could feel the sweat running through my hair on my scalp. I had never been more scared and frozen. I lost all concept of time and have no idea how long it was before it was silent and they had moved off into the night, thankfully.
The following morning I found them at the waterhole near my camp. Where else could this happen but only in Africa?
