Saturday morning meant another 5am start, hopefully the last of our trip. We checked out of the lovely Rissington Inn like thieves in the night. We knew the drill now, waiting at the park gates in the dark, getting the paperwork done and entering the park. We frankly didn't know what we'd see that we hadn't seen already, and it was raining off and on. As it turned out, we saw the same game, but a lot more of it.
We saw more of the beautiful zebras,
Selby had shown us a few lions, so we were already able to check off that box, but today we saw a lot of lions. Cheryl counted 16, which apparently was a lot by any local standard.
Toward the end of our morning, we were trying to wrap up our stops because it was raining and we needed to get on the road to the airport. We ran into this grizzled veteran, and he gave us a treat that you wouldn't see except on a rainy day.
He wanted a mud bath, and he used his trunk to douse himself with dirt:
It was quite a show.
After that, it started to really rain and we slogged it back to the local airport in our open vehicle. Back into the little regional jet to Johannesburg, and local rapid transit to our hotel in the Rosebank section of town on a Saturday night.
We treated ourselves to room service and crashed, still really sleep deprived and oddly jet lagged, even a week later.
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