Two Nights in Kilaguni

You could smell the nyama choma long before you saw it. It was our first night in Tsavo, and the itinerary said we were heading out to a bush dinner. So down the stretch, past the rock-paved swimming pool, through a dark stretch to a grassy patch. Now wasn't the time for anyone to start recounting that old story of the man-eating lions of the Tsavo, and luckily, no one did.