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Waking up in a Safari tent feels like rediscovering an ancient rhythm, made of small rituals and simple gestures that fill the day with authenticity. A day that flows gently, unhurried, from the aroma of morning coffee to the night sky glittering with stars.
Morning: waking up with the sun
The first light filters through the canvas, gently pulling me out of sleep. I unzip the tent and find myself facing a landscape that looks like a painting: silence broken only by the songs of birds.
I brew a coffee in the little kitchenette and take it outside, onto the wooden deck. Sipping it slowly, while gazing at the surrounding nature, already feels like a luxury.
Midday: time stretches out
The morning drifts by with light reading and quiet walks in the surroundings. There is no rush, no clock — only the sensation that time itself has expanded.
Lunch is served outdoors, under the pergola, with fresh local products bought the day before. Warm bread, ripe tomatoes, a drizzle of olive oil. Simplicity tastes different when you’re far away from the noise of everyday life.
Afternoon: the art of doing nothing
The afternoon is dedicated to rest. I lie back on a deck chair, lulled by the rustle of the wind. I read a few pages, close my eyes, then open them again: time feels suspended.
A dip in the pool or an outdoor shower refreshes the body and the mind. Then back again to the pleasure of slowness: jotting down travel notes, observing nature, listening to the sounds all around.
Evening: when the sky lights up
As the sun sets, the tent fills with golden light. I light a few candles, set the table outside, and dinner becomes a small, cherished ritual.
But the true spectacle begins after: the night sky. Lying on the deck, I watch the stars one by one, in a silence that feels infinite. No city noise, no distractions — only the universe above me.
Night: returning to the essentials
I go back inside the tent with the feeling of having lived a full day, even without having “done” anything extraordinary. Perhaps that is the secret: rediscovering the beauty of slow time.
I close my eyes, the canvas gently moving with the wind, my heart light. Tomorrow will be another slow day — and I can’t wait to live it.
