Ok so it wasn't the hippos who kept me awake last night but the King of beasts himself.  Yes a lion graced us with his presence last night.  So you can imagine how much sleep I got.  At first I was very excited and thought it was pretty awesome as he was very close.  Dave said he would probably roar again so we waited.  Every single muscle in my body was taught.  I eventually got neck ache but was too scared to move in case he was sitting outside the tent waiting for that move and then I thought him roar again as my senses were on standby for any sound or smell.  I thought it sounded more distant; until I realised that the sound wass coming from much closer to home.  In fact it was David snoring!!  I suppose the seasoned hunter can be a bit blasé about a lion in camp.  Dave stirred and said he heard the lion again far to the right of camp.  But I think he was just saying that so he could disengage himself from my clinging form.

I drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the night but woke up a couple of times paralised with fear and drenched in sweat.  I woke up one time dying for the loo so I woke up Dave and asked me to escort me.  He held the torch while I did the quickest wee ever.  Finally morning came.

We woke this morning to more rain, which means our trip to Lusinge has been postponed for the time being.  Apparently the lions are a bit more familiar over at Lusinge, they walk inbetween the tents and around the camp regularly.  So after last night I'm not looking forward to going.  Although I'm not brave enough to let Dave go and stay in the tent on my own so I guess I'll have to go.  The rains letting up so I guess we'll be leaving soon.