When they are near, it is not the sound of roar that awakens you, but the vibration of the air. Thereza’s elbow in my ribs and the roars woke me at the same time. There were three roaring lions. Close, too close, and despite a full moon, it felt very, very dark. We could hear them walking on the soft sand outside, their padded paws just audible against the silence of the vast expanse of Passarge Valley. Landy man Anthon Botha gives his riveting account of his up close and personal experience with a lion pride in Botswana. Catch the next issue of Land Rover AFRICA Magazine, on sale October 2013.


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