The first time we came upon a pride eating their previous-night's kill, they were about 150 meters from the road and it was difficult to get any good shots.
They were finishing-off the remains of some hapless beast. It was impossible to see what kind of animal their prey was but someone told me that it was a Zebra.
There were about 30 to 40 Jackals gathered on the outskirts of the feast, hoping for some scraps. Here one of the male Lions chases some of them off after they ventured too close.
The next day we spotted this male sleeping under a bush about 50 meters from the road - I got the mental impression of a fat golden sausage lying in the shade.
He was obviously feeling satiated from the previous day's kill and we had to wait about half-an-hour before he even blinked an eyelid.
He probably wanted to get rid of us curious humans so he posed for a few shots - nice gnashers hey?
Finally, he became bored and with a great big yawn he lay down and went to sleep again.
I'll probably be in trouble for telling this story but, it involves lions so here goes:
A few years ago my daughters and I were in Etosha when we spotted two lions lying under a tree about 50 meters off the road, like the fellow in the pics above.
We stopped to observe them and within minutes were surrounded by about five carloads of tourists all jockeying for a good viewing position.
Everyone had their windows open, hoping that the lazy animals snoozing in the shade would do something so that they could take photos.
It was steaming hot and uncomfortable but, this was the vibe, the ambiance of Africa - stifling heat, dust, sweat and, best of all, lions in their natural environment. Everyone was entranced, quiet, the air thick with expectation.
We were in a double-cab pickup, my daughters in front and me on the backseat. It was obvious to me that the lions weren't going to provide any show. I was becoming bored so I dreamily reclined on the seat, bare feet sticking out the window.
After awhile, in a near-stupor, I felt the need to break-wind. Unfortunately, what I thought would be a little 'sneaker' turned out to be a thunderclap which destroyed the pristine silence.
Well, except for a muted snigger from one of the cars, there was once again complete silence after my lion impersonation but, the damage had been done, the ambiance shattered.
The girls turned around and glared at me as they tried to become invisible in their seats.
Nadine started the car and we slunk away. Being the coward that I am, I continued lying out of sight on the back seat and let them take the heat of embarrassment.
Needless to say, I was in the dog-box for the rest of the day.
So, on the off-chance that a visitor who was there that day reads this, I'd like to apologize for ruining your African Experience.
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