After two nights at Linyanti Camp, we took a whole day to drive the 150 kilometers or so to our next destination, Lechwe Island Camp.  Some of the time was spent bouncing around in the back of the truck, sometimes ducking overhanging branches, "Okay back there guys?", but with plenty of game viewing.  There was a little bit of bushwhacking though. "Sorry guys."  We stopped at one point to watch a lioness stalk an unsuspecting warthog, who got away by the skin of her tusks.  I asked if anybody besides me was rooting for the warthog; Cate was the only other, besides the pig, who disappeared over the hills with her tail straight up (the warthog, not Cate).  We drove around at close range another pride of lions, one of whom we all were sure was staring at each of us, it was around lunchtime.