I was trying to turn this into a big exciting story that had some amusing anecdote in it, but I havnae blogged for so long that I'll cut the pretentious cr*p and just type the point.
I saw a caracal on Sunday.
A caracal is a medium sized carnivorous cat (tautology, sorry, all cats are carnivores) found in central and E Africa. I went out for an early morning walk while we were staying at a place called Kisampa:
which is just about the joint most beautiful place I have ever been. Why joint? Thanks for asking, because I would also rate the woods around Modra/Harmonia in Slovakia as equally fantastic and the Amazon rainforest in Guyane.
I saw some cat poo while I was out, which is exciting in a land still occupied by lions and leopards. I also found a few footprints, which I followed up the hill and back towards our banda. Nice walk but not wildly exciting. Then I sat down in our banda, reached for a book and a medium sized sandy-brown cat walked out of the woods about 30m away. I had a perfect view of it, partly because our hut had no walls or windows. It looked around, and stood still for 10-15 seconds, but then caught sight of movement and it skedaddled. Obviously, obviously, my camera was in a bag on the opposite side of the room so there was no point even trying to get it in time.
The owners of the resort have never seen one there yet, so understandably want to try for a picture with a motion-sensitive camera, but I can tell you that's what it was. Fantastic.
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