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One morning we came across a pride of lions with half-grown
cubs. Their bellies were full and they were strolling toward a sleeping area.
They stopped to play on this downed tree. We smiled and took pictures for half an
hour. They were only 25 feet from the van. I couldn't even focus on them with
my 600mm lens. They were too close. The trees in the background are some sort of acacia, a throny member of the bean/pea family. Mara actually means dotted, and it's the sprinkling of acacia trees that gives the plains that name. |