Its been a long hot day. The african sun beat mercilessly down on your group. The tracks seemed endless, first it was elephant tracks, then buffalo track, and then eland tracks. It didn't make any difference. All there was was sun and heat. Even the ride in back of the land cruiser didn't do anything for your humor. Where the hell were all the animals. You came to africa because of the animals, now where are they.
The gallon or so of water you drank came out of you as sweat. nothing else. As the day wears on there are vultures in the sky, eagles and hawks, a go away bird or two, but not much else. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You might as well be at home holding a fishing pole.
It's getting late in the day. You still have a k or 2 walking to get back to the vehicle . The red sun is well on its way down. The horizon turns to colors, pink, purple, red, blue, whisks of white clouds mixed in. The heat of the day is starting to turn to cool.
Now, just a few yards ahead there appears a bushbuck. Then a herd of wildebeest and zebra appear out of nowhere. Waterbuck grow from out of the mopane trees., Where were they a few hours ago. Now you hear the baboons barking. Birds of all kinds are singing. Where were they before?
Now you have reached the magic. The magic hour just after sunset, the hour of life. All around you there is life. The hell with the fishing pole. This is what you came to africa for. Magic indeed

Awesome, couldn't have said it better!

Another inspiring flashback!

Man, I wish I could write like that.

Having experience it in India so many times, I can just smell the dust or the rain or the elephant dung ... or all of it... I wish.....