During a game drive while on a trip to the Masai Mara, we found an old lion resting in the long grass. His face and flanks were pockmarked with numerous battle scars and the afternoon sun glinted against his weary brown eyes as he looked disinterestedly at our passing tour van.
The tour driver informed us that he had been kicked out of the pride by the female lions who lay about 300 metres to the west of him having killed an enormous hippo and eaten to their hearts’ content.
