In the evening we set up camp in the bush about 500 meters from the river. An armed ranger accompanied us and kept the little fire going for most of the night. Nice and peaceful there with the flickering fireflies, the grunting hippos down by the water and the occasional lion roar (well, maybe that´s not so peaceful). I was bummed because I had to borrow the rain-fly for my tent because the day before some warthogs in camp had ripped mine up pretty good. They had also bent the poles so the tent was a little lopsided, though fortunately still functional. Also, the night before, a hippo had come into camp and was eating the grass right in front of the entrance to the tent. It was really cool but a bit disconcerting to know that a wild animal of such size was at most a few meters from your reclining head.