Bert's Travels: Lions in Love

Ant, our guide, worries that there may be some more rain. We quickly erect the large canvas tent with enough space for two of us and Ant has a plastic fly for his mosy tent.

No sooner ready, than the rain comes back. We are well protected and slip into our bedrolls.

The rain drums an African pattern on the canvas tent.

Next morning, up bright and early and the country looks different: Washed and clean.

The many shades of green look brilliant.

Ant drives very slowly along the barely discernible track. There is a clearing in front with some tall trees spaced well apart. We leave the track and, driving even more slowly, we work our way cross- country.

Ant stops the Cruiser and joins us on top through the hatch.

We sit there and through my telephoto lens I see two Lions. A beautiful male and of the female we see only the back. She is lying in the grass. He rests, half reclined at the foot of a tree.

I start to take pictures.

The male rises and slowly, deliberately walks over to the female.

He stops and runs his nose up her spine. He does that again and again.

She rears up, turns her head to him as if in challenge.

Then she seems to wriggle her body as in readiness.

The male mounts her.

There are some quick thrusting movements.

He lifts his head and roars in his orgasm.

She turns her head to him and hisses. „Well done, good man!“ she seems to say.

We stay there and observe the pair. She simply remains in her prone position, seemingly waiting.

He has wandered over to his tree again. He sits there and looks at her.

15 minutes go by and he approaches her again. The foreplay is the same.