So, I was in Africa on safari, and the hotel was offering transport to various tourist traps, including something called a “lion walk”. According to the pamphlet, this involved close encounters with lion cubs, to benefit the conservation society that was raising them.
Turns out that when they said “cub”, they meant “between six and eighteen months old”. To give you an idea of how big an eighteen month old lion can get, well, I found some pictures of the same lion at what I think was thirteen months. At the time he bit me, Lungile was something like seventeen and a half months.
So, I ended up staying in Africa longer than I planned, until my skin grafts were done. But on the other hand, I got some great pictures, including Lungile’s sister, Lina.
I’m almost healed now, although my best pair of pants is beyond saving.