The drive to the Serengeti was a long, hard, bumpy, rocky road. Our vehicle was struck by a flying rock that shattered the lower left windshield. No one was hurt, but we all jumped out of our skin for a moment.
The tent camp on the Serengeti was not as luxurious as the lodges we had been staying in. Alex, our guide, handed out the “digital keys,” a cardboard strip with our names and tent number on it. He warned us to keep the tent zipped at all times. He said to scan the tent for snakes and to blow the whistle for emergencies.
I admit I was too scared to sleep much the first night. When we came into the tent something flew out and hit me in the head. I tried to turn on the lights and ended up de-wiring the place. So we were left with no electricity. I decided this was a whistle blowing opportunity, but hence our whistle would not blow. (A protection against irrational females like me, I’m sure.)
The next day I realized that the thing that hit me in the head was a switch for the lights. When I pulled on it, the wires disconnected.
Our showers were adventurous as well. Behind the tent was a bucket and pulley system. When you were ready for a shower, you would let the boy in back know and he would load the bucket with warm water and hoist it up. To turn on the water, you would pull a string hanging from the shower head. Each day we were given a specific time to shower and about 5 gallons of water. I actually came to appreciate these showers immensely.
Each morning we were awakened at 5:30 AM and headed out about 6:30 to find wildlife activity. We encountered lions almost daily. Each time was a miracle. I’ve compiled a video of these views as well as our guides evening talk about lion behaviors. Simba is the Kiswahili word for lion.