Engaruka, Tanzania
Our sleep was broken by numerous loud, intimidating animal calls mixed with the reassuring sound of our guard circling the car with his rather large spear. With that comforting feeling I snuggled deep into my sleeping bag and the Masai blanket Charlie had 'borrowed' from the last lodge, trying to keep out the unfamiliar cold which we had been warned accompanied camping on the craters rim. Sunrise was a non-event and my sneaky look through the tent flap revealed a...