We approached the safari guides. They told us that 5 female lions had killed a giraffe the day before, and now the carcass was rotting in the bush. They were surprised to hear that they had missed the lion. Everybody had been tracking this guy all morning, his footprints were all over the road. “He’s looking for the females to mate,” they said.
Challenging for the traveler, bountiful for all the grazers, the wet season is definitely Etosha’s Season of Love. We saw vast herds of springbok, gemsbok, red hartebeest, and impala, black wildebeest and giraffes, all toting their young. Zebra stallions made no effort to conceal their burning desire. There were nursing warthogs – whom we affectionately call “the friends”, vulture chicks about to fledge on top of trees, and a choir of horny insects at night. No wonder that this is the season when carnivores thrive. “If you see our lions… oh, my God! They are so big,” had said the receptionist from Halali campsite.
Well, we did. She was right.