“There’s a leopard out there – hunting,” our guide Bae tells us excitedly, pointing towards the bush. I follow her line of sight past a dazzle of zebras, a tower of giraffe and the waggling tails of the “pumbaa” (warthogs, so similar to those in The Lion King that I can’t help but break into song every time I see them). “Let’s go and find him!”
Bae orders us to “hold on” and cranks the chunky four-wheeler into gear. “You good?” she shouts over her shoulder to the nervous Brits and Belgians at the back. We nod uncertainly and she revs the accelerator. “Ferrari safari,” she yells. “Let’s go!”
