09/03/2026
So you booked it.
And then you’re here, and the days turn simple. Coffee before it’s light. Out on the plains while everything is still grey and cold, and the first thing that moves is a jackal crossing the track. Back by mid-morning. The restful middle of the day when nothing moves and neither do you.
Then the light goes gold and low, and the campfire, and dinner under the whole sky.
And the night. Nobody warns you about the night. It’s quiet enough that you can hear the grass. A bird you’ll never know the name of, calling twice. Then a lion, far out on the plains — far enough to be only a sound, close enough that you lie there listening until it stops.
Nothing is asked of you here. Nowhere to be. Nothing to answer.
Serengeti Plains Camp, in the Eastern Serengeti. Wildly still. ✨