It was very windy up on the edge of the crater in our first tented camp and you go to bed very, very early in anticipation of your first go in the land cruisers at the crack of dawn. When you go to and fro to your own tent at night, you're not allowed to go on your own, you have to be led there by a Maasai villager who carries a torch and a big stick to knock away any rogue lions or bad tempered buffalo. One night there was a helluva a lot of barking from outside our tent, followed by a kerfuffle and what sounded like a Maasai shouting "Get lost you predator" but sounding a lot more legit in Maasai. In the morning we were told that the Maasai dogs bark a warning signal when there are predators around the camp - likely to have been hyenas we were told - which is no laughing matter when you've got a bit of left over biltong by your bed.
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