The light in tent number two turned on, as a shadow paced hastily up and down in the unremitting African heat. This did not go unnoticed by the young Botswani who job it was to make sure the campo fire was kept alight. It was an important but lowly job, with blood-sucking insects being the only diversion. Should the fire douse, predators from the plains would usurp the hunters of their title. The Botswani knew this and kept the fire well-stoked. With the unusual tawny light of the tent silhouetting their guest’s faces, the Botswani smiled to on another knowingly. More...