When we arrived at our accommodation for the next two nights, we had no idea what was waiting for us out there in the wild.
We booked a basic tent, but basic felt perfectly fine. The sun was about to set, so after unpacking our things, we went on a short first exploration of the surroundings. The owner, a photographer from England, casually warned us to be extra careful since there was a hippo lurking around in the area.
We went a little bit south west. It was a strange feeling somewhere between excitement and fear - like the hidden instincts inside me kicking in. I planned each of my steps deliberately, there was no chance to see behind the high grass, where the hippopotamus was possibly grazing peacefully. I wasn’t sure If I was overstating everything a little bit, but I felt pure bliss. Besides the grass we only saw some minor rocks and the illuminated mountain ridge in the background, though.
The hippo showed up not where we expected it, instead we spotted it the moment we came back in the small river alarmingly close to our quarters.
I used to plan and assemble Lego spaceships, today I‘m trying similar things with film.