We were sitting over six feet up in the open top of the long-wheelbase Landrover as we headed into the reserve over deeply rutted tracks.
I won’t list each and every species we saw, but just our personal highlights.
It doesn’t look particularly white, but then its name was originally the Wide Rhino because of its wide mouth. The name changed because of the assumed distinction between it and the black rhino.
The two we saw are a mating pair and it looked as if the female was pregnant. They were to be kept separate from the area where the lions roam until the calf is two or three years old.
If you enlarge the photo, you can see that the stripe on its hind leg is askew which is a scar where a lion has tried to bring it down.
The stripe patterns vary from region to region and they are like fingerprints – no two zebras have the same stripes.
But the big question is: are they black with white stripes, or white with black stripes? The answer is the latter.
There were three lions in total — the lioness and two of her brothers well camouflaged further back, but in true leonine fashion they didn’t stir very much.
We stopped again around 7pm for dinner at a huge, traditional, open air lapa. It had reed and sneezewood walls, an open cooking area and thatched covered dining area on the outside from where we watched the zebras graze.
We left for the last stage of our safari to see the hippos that had left their wallow after dark and didn’t look impressed by circling Landies shining million-candle power torches in their eyes.
It was too dark to get any decent photos of them, so instead I’ll leave you with one of a springbok above which is a much more appropriate ABC Wednesday letter S.