In Tsavo we searched for the man eaters that it is famous for-but didn't come across any; as Tsavo is roughly the same size as Wales there are quite a few hiding spots! Unlike some other parks in Kenya, we saw more game than we did safari cars so were able to turn off the engine, take long breathes and enjoy the near silent footsteps of the elephants march.
The recent rains meant the red dust of the roads had settled and the dramatic skies changed for our enjoyment hourly.
We camped where a pride of lions regularly roam (we knew they were close when the baboons starting barking and climbed the tree on site)We parked our cars very close to the tent and kept the doors unlocked....just in case...! We feel asleep to the sounds of the African bush, like a lullaby rocking you gently....that is until you hear the humph-humphing of a nearby hippo.
After a bit of a fright by a baboon on the way to the bush toilet in the morning (I tried to be brave and held a bracelet up in a very threatening manner...!!!) we packed up camp and continued our journey.
The red soil turned into sand, more palm trees lined the route and the taste of the sea was already on our lips. Next stop, Watamu.