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About 100 yards in front of the truck stood a male lion, staring straight at me. His eyes had tiny, adrenalin contracted pupils, just as if he was preparing to come bounding down the road any second.
For a few instances the two of us stared at each other. Then I pulled my head back very slowly, hoping that he had not yet seen me, only to realize that my naked legs stood out like a meat advert between the bottom of the truck and the surface of the street.
I froze with fear. Lions kill and kill quickly. They do it by instinct. They can’t help it.
My mind raced and I realized there was only one place to hide: inside the main cabin of the truck. I would have no chance in the countryside. I had to move up into the truck and do it quickly and quietly.