It’s 6:30 a.m. on the Grumeti Game Reserve, and the sun is rising from behind the silhouette of just-visible hills across the horizon. As far as the eye can see, pockets of scrub and golden grassland dot the savannah; above it, streaks of gray cloud begin to glow with the dusty pink and purple of the morning sun. Looking closer, I spot a cluster of trees rippling far in the distance; the telltale wobble meaning lions are on the prowl, making their final go-around after a long night of hunting. It is about as picture-postcard a view of the East African wilderness as you’re likely to get, and I’m taking it all in—this bigger-than-an-Imax-screen window onto nature at its most primal—under a cozy woolen blanket on the sofa of my own private terrace, a mug of freshly brewed coffee in one hand a

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