Our last day has arrived. We wake in our beds,
realizing with amazement that we've done it-- the eclipse has come and
gone, our broadcast went off without a hitch, and for the first time in
months, we have no urgent tasks to drive us.
Instead, we get to savor the final hours of our time in Zambia. Some of
us go on game drives, piling into the camp's open landrovers to wander
through the bush, watching elephants pull leaves from the trees, or a
sleek lioness as she glides through yellow grass towards the carcass of
a hippo--- she drives off a loitering hyena with a snarl, then turns to
us as if to say "There's plenty more where that came from, if you
want to tangle with me!" Later, when night falls, a leopard saunters
out of the darkness, on her way to drink from a nearby watering hole.