I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars
It is not unusual to head back to camp, enjoy a fire side dinner and then hop back onto a safari vehicle or motor boat and venture out into the great open wilderness to find nocturnal wildlife and specialist birds. As the darkness envelopes and you bump along, wrapped in a blanket, and following the arch of the spotlight, you feel like you are moving in a dream. And suddenly the spot light catches the reflection of an eye swimming in the darkness of night. You hold your breath, thinking a thousand possibilities of what it could be at this late hour: crocodiles, hippo, owls, nightjars, bush babies, hyena, lion, leopard, genet cat, aardvark, civet cat. The nocturnal creatures are on the prowl, looking for dinner, or in their case, breakfast. Stop. Switch off the engine. Listen to the bush sounds. Listen to another world that comes alive in the darkness. Look up. The sky is alive with more stars than there are grains of sand at the seaside. They blink quietly. And then a shooting star breaks from the pack and surges forward in the expanses of infinity. What a spectacle to behold. Forever imprinted on your heart.