WORDS AND PHOTOGRAPHS BY MELANIE VAN ZYL
Guiding light. Amos Disho took advantage of termite mounds to gain perspective over the otherwise flat landscape
“Lion tracks”, Amos Disho murmured. My walking guide pointed to a feline pair of pad marks that sat crisply in Botswana’s Kalahari sand. Insects had yet to crisscross the pawprint and no botanical debris littered the indent. All signs indicated the tracks were fresh as the morning dew that clung to my trousers. “Do you mind if we follow them?” Amos asked.