When we first pushed into Katavi way back, no one had signed the park guestbook for a decade; camp was three bedrolls and a fire. We went feral in the freedom of being amongst such concentrations of beasts. Though we’ve upgraded since then, with comparative luxuries like showers and silverware – we stay faithful to how that felt, and our outpost still sits amongst the elephants, bellowing hippos and tamarind trees.
