The drama of the morning was not repeated that evening. The wild dogs were on the hunt of hundreds of impalas. We got involved in the long chase. Ranger Matt had an uncanny ability to know where the dogs were going. He drove through brush, mounds, ravines and anything else. He would come to an abrupt stop. Less than a minute later, we’d spot the wild dogs trotting or racing past the Rover. He did that three times. Then we ran out of space. The impalas and the chasing dogs crossed the Londolozi property line into another reserve and Matt had to make a U-turn. The rest of the afternoon was full of extra visits with animals we’d seen before, but I was happy to meet many more giraffes. Returning to our “tent” at Varty Camp always was a pleasure. The vista from our porch included the shore of the Sand River, where buffalo and elephants rested and watered down. Behind the river was a tree-covered hill. The meadows at the top were home to countless giraffe, wildebeest and our other friends that we miss already. The porch included a plunge pool and outdoor shower. Inside was a great king bed, large soaking tub and massive shower with a view. The juxtaposition of luxury quarters and meals served on Fine China amid wild animals was not lost on us. It’s very European and serves as a metaphor for the good and the bad white men have done in Africa over the centuries.