A couple of weeks ago I had a conversation with a fellow blogger about a book she read, The Naked Traveler. Novroz, from Polychrome Interest suggested that I share some of my travel stories. I post photos from my travels, and when I first started my blog I intended to share stories, but somehow I got sidetracked. Novroz reminded me of my original intention. Here is a story that I posted when my blog was less than a month old and I didn’t have many followers. I apologize to those who have read it already. I am also developing other stories from my travels to share.
Here is the original posting:
I will never forget this moment. As our guide was speeding through the Chobe National Park in Botswana to get to the exit before the 6:30pm closing we heard this loud roar. Now when I say loud I mean LOUD! Our guide immediately killed the engine on the jeep and listened. We were sitting right next to this bush. He started the jeep and pulled around the bush and then killed the engine. He listened intently. Again, he started the jeep and worked around the bush and repeated the steps. Silenced the engine. Listened intently. While he listened, my heart rate started to increase. I knew there was a lion close by and I started to wonder how safe I was if it decided to jump into our vehicle. I looked around the jeep and many people looked nervous. This time when he started the jeep he did so with gusto. As we pulled around the corner our guide knew before we saw that the lion was there. Instantly he jumped up from his seat to lower the windshield to reveal this massive male lion lying in front of us in a sphinx pose. The lion didn’t pay any attention to us. There he sat while everyone snapped a gajillion photos of him quickly. We still had to rush to get out the gates by 6:30pm. None of us wanted to spend the night out in the open with the king of the jungle.