"In the early morning in the eastern part of Serengeti Park. Blessed MPOFU leads a small group of tourists in walking ballads. ""The lions often sit in the reeds and wait for the animals that come to drink,"" the Tanzanian said, pointing to the bank of the nearby river. He firmly holds his winchester, loaded in .458 caliber cartridges. Reassuring for those who accompany her walk into the Serengeti and who quickly can believe to be lion's food. ""Stay close to me,"" said Ncube, as the sun slid slowly over the pale yellow savanna. To communicate, a sign language dispenses only the indispensable orders: stop, slow down, crouch. In the back of the queue, a Masai, as much for the folklore as for its propensity to discern with an impressive acuity the animals to medium and long distance."
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