I think that I posted my 'hair-raising' stories elsewhere here quite some time ago - but here goes anyway... my first hair-raiser...
This was also not in Kruger, but was during my 2nd only trip to Aaaaafricaaaa.
I was on a 5 day 'Ranger Training Experience' at a very well known reserve (the RTE is no longer available there but was in a very basic, tented bushcamp which had bucket showers surrounded by only tree-trunks on 3 sides, a long-drop loo which looked out over a riverbed, donkey boiler to supply hot water, bush kitchen and a hut which contained our food, ammunition (for the ranger) and a bed (for the ranger), and no security (apart from our ranger) to stop the animals entering the camp - the local ellies liked to try to put their trunks over the walls of the showers while we were in there to get a 'free' drink.
The camp was quite large and was normally used to train Game Rangers for the reserve.
Anyway, I digress.....
I had little experience of lions at that time, having only seen one sick, emaciated male on my previous trip to Zim and it was the night that the idiotic, inexperienced, uneducated but fantastic group of gals, mostly from Texas and on their first ever trip to Aaaafricaaa, were to keep 'camp-watch' from 9pm - 3am in groups of 2, for 2 hour watches, our only amunition against the wildlife being the camp-fire, the spotlight and the ranger in his hut. Oh, and the bottle of amarula that I had bought in Joeys on the way!
I was preparing to take my watch at around 10.50pm when we heard the roar of a lion fairly close by.
As the minutes ticked by (we had to wait for the ranger, who was in his hut, to tell us to change watch) the lion got closer and louder.
By 11.00pm the lion was in the camp - and the ranger called out to us to stay where we were, not to leave our tents and, for the 2 already on guard, not to make a move. He came out with his loaded rifle at the ready....
A minute or so later, I heard a soft padding next to my tent (they were, fortunately, built on a platform with steps up) and then a roar which not only shook my tent but also shook my bowels!
Minutes (or was it seconds or hours?) later the ranger called out that it was safe to change watch - the lion had passed through the camp and was continuing his patrol of his territory.
I left my tent, shaking with terror, and as soon as I had descended the steps...... well, you can use your imagination as to what occurred! All I will say is that I poured a few buckets of water over the ground just behind the steps!
My watch then went smoothly until..... but that is another story!