The 15 tented suites at Sayari Camp are nicely spread out; if you’re staying in one of the outlying ones, as I did, it can be a ten-minute stroll to breakfast. All the more room to enjoy the fixings: rain shower, deep tub, extravagant private porch. The rice-paper doors and gorgeous polished wood lend the accommodations a bit of a Japanese vibe, but with hippos, elephants, and the odd predator moving through the property, you’re not likely to forget you’re in Africa. Security takes the form of knife-wielding askari guards, who are friendly fellows. When I was there, one set up an impromptu archery session, complete with poison-tipped arrows. (Don’t touch!) There are some beautiful photo books in the welcome and breakfast lounges, and the food here is excellent.