Sig Nordal, Jr.

Our campground in the Serengeti National Park in Tanzania.

It was nearly 2am in Tanzania’s infamous Serengeti National Park, and there we were, tucked into our cots underneath mosquito netting, with nothing between us and the wildlife except for a canvas tent.

I had been sitting awake for the past half hour, listening to the tell-tale whooping sound of spotted hyenas getting closer-and-closer to our camp.  It was both terrifying and mesmerizing.  I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing and where they were heading.

We had arrived at camp late that evening, as we had come directly from safari at Lake Manyara National Park.  We didn’t have a whole lot of time to get acclimated and settled before we had to head to our tents to sleep.

The main tent at our campground in the Serengeti National Park.

When we arrived, we were greeted with a refreshing glass…