It was hard to resist the urge to roll up my window,
for it seemed an easy matter for one of these predators to jump in beside me.
Apparently, lions don't attack people in cars as they only see you as prey once
you've stepped out. Getting out to fix a flat tire can be an unsettling
experience.
With the lions having departed for the trees, we drove
off, along with four other cars who also witnessed the morning show. Just like
clockwork, a volkswagen camper van with an elderly couple raced towards the
waterhole, excited to see so many cars -- an obvious sign of something
exciting. We didn't have the heart to tell them what they missed.
Night Games
You're not supposed to drive at night...
But daylight fell hours ago and we're still hurtling
along the dark highway, Nelson at the wheel, chewing on biltong. Apparently
this stretch is notorious for accidents. We're trying to cover another hundred
kilometers or so, and the boredom of long distances begins to set in.
There was no way that I was going to fall asleep, as
it quickly became apparent that drivers here play little games to keep
themselves awake. What I watched was a game of reaction time and pride,
heightened by the thought of a car crash.
Calvin & Sharon
(to be
continued)
