Evenings at Serena Amboseli
It’s quarter to ten, Christmas Eve. The spirits that awaken when darkness descends were alive. Standing on the hotel porch overlooking the Great Plains of the Amboseli, I was greeted by movement. A spotted creature had weaved its way in to the hotel, moving nimbly and occasionally looking up, following the music. The hotel lounge was a veranda where the guests were all clustered and wrapped up in Maasai shukas, mesmerized. Before them were contorted bodies squeezing through r