At our campsite, the bees have taken over our shared shower. I decide I will pass on the shower and wait for Zanzibar tomorrow. Others’ in our group decide that they will persevere and are stung many times for their efforts. We eat our final dinner together, sit by the campfire and chat about the expected tip that we will give tomorrow. We come up with a plan and retreat to our tents for our final night.
I scarcely sleep this last night. The baboons are yelling as the lions are near. This racket continues for the majority of the night. John sleeps sound, his snoring adding to the cacophony of sound.The sound travels odd, but it does seem as though they are just outside the tent. I am afraid to look out the tent window, so I say a prayer that I will not be eaten by a lion on my last night of the Safari. Morning arrives, I’m alive, my prayers answered. Stephen tells us that the lions were outside our tent, lion footprints are noticeable. I’m glad that we will be leaving today. I’m excited for Zanzibar. The rest of our group seems to feel the same as we all pack up quickly today We take a few final pictures of our group and then happily get into the vehicles for our final safari ride.
The lodge experience would have been nice, but it would have been so much like typical accommodations. We were fortunate to spend time with our Guides, cooks and helpers and in this manner had a richer experience. I wish that I had been in better spirits, wish that I did not feel so ill from Kilimanjaro. Each day when we photographed the animals, I forgot all my aches, pains and sadness and was in the moment. If I could have had a proper shower nightly, and a cozy bed to share with my husband, it would have been perfect. I do know that millions of people would have gladly traded places with me and I was grateful for the experience.