We fly from Mahale into a small airstrip in Tarangire National Park, where Josh picks us up and drives us for three hours to a remote and wild part of the park, near the Mkungunero water point, well away from the tourist trail.
By the time we arrive, it is pitch black and we can only guess the location of the tents, scattered about the bush, by the faint glow of the small solar lanterns hanging on them. Over the next few days, we go for bush walks and sit quietly at camp reading and writing, surrounded by the symphony of sounds from the bush.
One afternoon, as we are walking in the bush we stumble upon a group of African Wild Dogs. The dogs had been eluding us for weeks and when we least expected to find them, here they were ! The dogs are fascinating social animals who live in large packs. They are clever and ferocious hunters, said to devour their prey while still alive. Unfortunately, they are almost extinct and seldom seen these days.
I firmly believe there is a Law in the bush which dictates that “thou shalt not meet what thou seekest, but shalt encounter it when thou least expect it”.
