ALONE, ON FOOT, IN KRUGER
The grumble of the 4x4 recedes into the distance. I’m all alone in Kruger. No rifle, no map, no knife. Only instinct and (patchy) common sense to guide me. My heart is thumping. Don’t run. Listen. Breathe.
After getting my bearings, I think: ‘Find a tree.’ So I head off the track in search of one that’s easy to climb with branches high enough to keep me clear of any
