Hear a lion roar in the Serengeti

“On the final night, the sound was unmistakable. And not only was the lion roaring outside my tent, something was also pushing against the tent at the same time. I have no idea whether it was the lion that was pushing against my tent, because I didn’t open the zipper to find out. I’ve often heard people describe the beads of sweat that pours from their heads when they face extreme situations. It always sounded kinda corny, until you are sitting alone in the middle of the savannah facing the very real possibility of becoming lion food.”

“It felt as though something was circling the outside of my tent looking for an early morning snack. Ok, the ‘early morning snack’ part may be the result of my paranoid mind but sitting inside a sweltering tent and hearing those constant growls on the other side of it didn’t exactly ease my anxiety. [...] The lion had been there for close to 2 hours. I found myself being hyper-aware of the time because I was paying close attention to the time on my phone while desperately trying to prevent myself from hyperventilating.”