The grasslands are a saturated emerald, sprinkled with showers falling like a Scotsman’s tears, washing the stems and buds clean. Familiar faces pop up everywhere. For guides it is like leafing through family albums. On a morning game drive last week a line of zebra, almost as long as a Terminal Three immigration queue, lined up with Teutonic orderliness before crossing. A regal lion pair were tucking into a fresh monochrome meal and a beautiful cheetah mum indulged her five very young cubs. Later she downed an impala before leading her fluffy charges to feed…more
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