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The wake-up knock comes at 5:30 and somehow you don’t mind. By six you’re in the vehicle with a blanket and a thermos, and the sky is doing something no photo has ever quite captured.
The rhythm of camp
Safari days have a shape: out before dawn, back for a long lunch and a nap, out again as the light softens. By day three the rhythm feels like the only sensible way to live.
The moment
A cheetah and her cubs, maybe thirty meters away, completely uninterested in us. The engine off, nobody speaking. That silence is the souvenir.