For the last two weeks we have traipsed across Tanzania, in the shadow of Mt. Kilimanjaro, through the endless savanna of the Serengeti, hiked the lush mountains of Lushoto and zipped across the turquoise-blue sea to the spice-laden tropical shores of Zanzibar.

For this leg of the trip we had the delightful companionship of Angie from Indiana and Robert "Call Me Rob" Marshall from London. They make an unorthodox travelling pair: Angie a keen hiker and Robert the quintessential sofa-loving and late-sleeping Englishman.

Neither guest, it transpired, was particularly happy to be roused to the lilting strains of Magnus outside their safari tent, to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". Musical talent was underappreciated, given the eye-wateringly creative torrent of colourful curses and abuse that flowed from the tents after the melodious 5am wake up call. Fortunately, all was forgiven after an exciting encounter with a pride of lions on the floor of Ngorongoro Crater.

Your correspondents' credibility as expert naturalists and tour guides was severely tested during Magnus' short lecture on the importance of constant vigilance when eating lunch, lest the resident baboons sneak up and snatch something. Unfortunately, he was half way through the informative speech when a cheeky female (noting, his state of distraction) nipped in, grabbed his lunch and ran up a tree to celebrate. How everyone except Magnus roared with laughter...

In the end, the Serengeti fulfilled all our wildlife fantasies with a swathe of wonderful sightings of the big cats, giraffe and all kinds of other animals. Robert's brand new next-generation digital camera even added a dash of photographic rivalry to the event. This competitive spirit imbued everything Robert did from that point onwards, even stripping naked to serenade the ladies with nothing but a guitar and a nifty cowboy hat to preserve his modesty. The tune was a little off-key but his shapely calves drew admiring glances up and down a Zanzibarian beach. To avoid an encore, we raced into the sea for a midnight "skinny dip", only to be foiled by strong slack tide - we ran for ages, and were still left embarrassingly exposed with only our ankles covered in water.

For her part, Angie delighted in regaling queasy-gilled dinner tables with the blood-spattered details of her work as a nurse delivering babies, occasionally pausing to drop valuable items (cameras etc.) strategically on distant parts of the beach as we wobbled home after a night of beach-side cocktails.

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