We’ve just arrived back at ol donyo wuas and are milling around the entrance when Jonathan, one of our guides, says there are Cheetah outside the lodge. We clamor into jeeps and take off in the dark. By the time we arrive behind the others, we can see long spotted legs disappearing over a small hill among the acacias.
“You just missed three,” Greg tells us, “but one is just there.” I follow where he points and see a long cat lying under a tree. It’s stretched out casually, thin and relaxed. Exquisite.
