Written by Anja Riise
Four o’clock and the alarms sets off… it is still pitch dark and in the distance I can hear the two male lions we saw last night roaring. As I go to pick up my rifle from the safe at the Rangers’ Room, I bump into the only other creatures that are awake, my colleagues. My vehicle have lost some air on the front left tyre during the night. I know it has got a slow puncture, so I inflate it before heading to the main lodge for coffee. As me and the other guides make coffee and tea for the guests’ breakfast as well as game drive, before waking them up, we also chat about last night’s sightings, what direction everyone is going and who is keen to follow up on the lions, that seems to be moving closer. While sipping some black gold I go to the room of my guests to wake them up. On my way back I come across a bushbuck that just watches me warily as I pass. The sky is slowly turning less black when the guests walk in and manage to get some cereal and coffee, in a zombie like mode. They ask if it isn’t painful to get up at this hour every day. The answer is of course yes… but it’s always worth it. At 5:30 it is already getting light and sunrise is soon upon us. We quickly clear the tables, to avoid having the monkeys over for breakfast as well.