To listen to the roar of the African King over the plains of the African landscape where you sit under the stars the field smells mixed with the heat still rising from the ground then you realize how fragile you stand against the elements of the African wild , Elephants moving so gently past the camp no twig breaks nor a leaf that cracks, when the hunters of the night wake up and start hunting, Owls, foxes, wild cats to name a few .... I just love my country