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10th June 2016
The patio of the tent at Saruni Wild is large enough to roll out a yoga mat. Tall yellow stalks sway away uninterrupted to the skyline. Red Oat Grass. The Zebra have moved on. Yesterday, these plains were zig-zagged with their black and white stripes as they frolicked amidst their grazing. Last night the hyenas were having a party, all night whoops and white, digested bone droppings may have cleared the space. It’s fresh and serenely beautiful but it’s not quiet. A breeze whooshes between flutters, chirps, buzzes and bug stridulations.