The moon is so bright it lights up the pale hills in the distance. Lying under the African stars, snug in bed above the treetops with nothing but a mosquito net, I feel like I’m sleeping on a cloud. In the stillness, I could hear the rasp of a leopard, the howl of a jackal, the sounds of other wild things on the prowl. These sleep-outs on Loisaba camp’s starbeds — rough-hewn four-posters on wheels — are the stuff of the most seductive jet-setting fantasies. In the evenings, the beds are rolled out from under an open-air palm-thatched tent on a raised deck overlooking valleys stretching all the way to Mount Kenya.