Little does he know how accurate he will be. In the middle of the night, I stumble through the darkness toward the toilet tent. As we had been instructed to do, I pan the darkness with my flashlight for animal eyes. If anything glimmers back, you're to return to your tent. Tent zippers open.
Flashlight beams laser the sky.
Amazing how every single flashlight beam at that moment arcs around in the night sky in unison. The pitter-patter of sprinting feet is followed by a chorus of tent flaps being zippered. Jeff says the baboon got away when he shined his flashlight on the leopard. We would see. The air is cool and intensely fragrant, as if someone sprayed jungle freshener along the winding pathways.