After a week’s safari in Etosha many people would conclude that I should have experienced my fill of this dusty national park. However, I was still keen to see a leopard and spent my last few hours lingering around a remote waterhole just north of the park’s entrance, which was renowned for spotting these illusive animals. Of course when a solitary male lion appeared, that put pay to spotting that leopard. Nevertheless this male lion was glorious. Despite his apparent loneliness he just sat down under the shade of a tree close to the waterhole and just looked at me with those expressionless yellow eyes. He certainly appeared to be less battered and bruised than many others I had come across in Africa. I soon had to leave as the sun was setting and recall him hardly flinching as I started the car and slowly headed off. I caught one last glance in the rear view mirror as I left and noticed him sitting like a king surveying his territory and apparently at peace with the world.