16/10/2026
You wake before the alarm, because something out there is already awake.
The doors open onto mist. Coffee first, on the patio, while the bush decides what it is going to show you.
Then the drive. Tracks followed since first light, the flask out on the tailgate, a rusk, a splash of Amarula if the morning asks for it.
By the time you come back, the long table is set under the trees and the sun is on the water.
It is barely nine o’clock.
Arathusa Safari Lodge, Sabi Sand.