Two days later we met a wildlife photographer. He was an eccentric chap who clearly loved what he did. He was unbelievably expert in both ecology and conservation. Against the odds, and with numerous threats from bear hunters, he’d persuaded the government to set aside a small area for bear conservation where hunting was not permitted.
He explained that all he really wanted to do was photograph and help conserve the bears, but that he couldn’t earn a living from it, so he invited a few tourists to join him in his hide with the possibility to stay there overnight on your own. We booked.
That evening we were taken to his hide, which turned out to be garden shed. Literally the think you buy from B&Q. Inside was a bench, a bunk, mobile phone and a bucket. We were told to remain totally silent, not even to whisper, to call him if we were in trouble and to pee into the bucket. He said goodnight and left.