Puku Ridge Bush Camp is under the same ownership as Chichele, and situated not very far from it, although out of sight over a nearby ridge. However, rather than driving there direct, or even incorporating a game drive, we decided to take a circuitous walking route instead.

Along the way, passing through a dried out river bed, we observed a large herd of buffalo on the bank above. Since they were travelling in the same direction as us, we let them get ahead of us, before continuing. Half an hour or so later, as we got closer to the camp, the buffalo herd suddenly reappeared, heading back in our direction at speed.

Part of our small group was made up of first time safari goers, who exclaimed in delight at this photo opportunity (), while we ourselves dived into the relative safety of some bushes, leaving the guides to persuade the guests to do likewise, while yelling loudly to dissuade the buffalo from coming any closer.

We later worked out that the buffalo had probably been heading towards the spot where we had seen the lions on their kill the previous evening, and had suddenly reversed their direction of travel once they came across them. Still, it saved us from having to do likewise!

Soon afterwards we arrived safely at Puku Ridge Bush Camp.  Puku Ridge (seen here at night () is a small and intimate tented  camp,  extremely comfortably furnished  with each tent having  four-poster beds, a lounge area, shower, toilet, and bath, plus the novelty of an outdoor shower, truly a great way to cool down after a hot and dusty game drive.

The camp overlooks a large plain, and we spent the time after lunch resting up and simply observing the wide variety of game that came along at various times.

These included baboons, busy grooming themselves () and both buffalo () and elephant () enjoying a cooling wallow, puku, impala, bushbuck, warthog, together with crowned cranes, grey heron and saddle billed storks.

After tea and a short game drive, during which we tried to find the lion pride again - which were obviously worn out by their experiences of the day () we returned to camp for dinner, at the end of which the Puku Choir (made up of the camp staff) sang for us at length - a very moving experience.

On one previous trip, we were making a basic camp-to-camp transit in a closed vehicle with sliding roof top. After driving about half a mile past a group of very docile looking elephant, our guide stopped to get something out of the luggage space.

While this was going on a couple of the vehicle occupants – Sarah, one of our camp hosts, and a male safari guest, Reg, who had been making advances towards Sarah for several days – climbed up through the roof gap to sit on top of the vehicle ().

Suddenly the guide yelled "shit - they're coming", and I looked up to see the herd of ellies charging down the track towards us at top speed. We piled back into the vehicle, and the guide yelled to the two on top to get down inside again.

Without any hesitation, Reg roughly pushed Sarah to one side, and jumped down to safety. He later claimed that he did this so he could help her down, but his romantic aspirations had been dealt a fatal blow.