Sunday, Feb 9. Once again the main goal was to spot a cat or two. After fruitless searches in one general area, the guide started towards another promising location. Barely were the words out of his mouth before a lion passively crossed our track. While passing behind him we saw that there was another about to cross. We began to follow alongside, noting three more! The guide said these females were all young sisters.

Throughout our time observing the lions they expressed zero interest in our existence. Total apathy. When they glanced our way at all, I was reminded of a movie line: “If I thought about you at all, I’d probably hate you.” Their chief desire was shade from the sun. Lots and lots of yawning, which was always fascinating. But I think they wake up tired. They did relocate several times, each time in a languid saunter.

We returned (late) to camp, full of excitement. The unanimous desire was to find them again in the afternoon. First was the siesta, then session about Botswana.

The lions were again found, not 100 yards from where we left them. They were continuing their naps, though occasionally they licked their paws or groomed one another. We were always no more than two cars lengths away. Just mesmerizing.

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