I fell asleep to the reassuring rumbles, splashes and moonlight silhouettes of the herd of elephants which had gathered at the waterhole in front of our lodge. Much of the early evening was spent watching the ‘great, grey, gentle giants of Africa’ making their way towards the waterhole. Their steady, lumbering gait often gained a comical pace just before they reached the water as if the smell of the cool refreshment was all too much. This moonlit scenario was made all the more tangible by the smell of dust, which for me, is the unmistakable smell of Africa.

My sense of smell was, however, in for a very rude awakening, and not from the largest of animals which one would associate with such an overpowering smell, but from the innocent-looking ants which we had stopped to look at on our morning walk. Ants use formic acid to kill their prey and to ward off attackers and trust me, it’s pretty potent! Perhaps it was this incident which lulled me into a sense of relaxed enjoyment?

Walking in the African bush is much like a ghost train ride at the funfair, except here, it’s the smallest of things which fascinate, amuse and manage to make your blood run cold…like the small, but unmistakeable amber eyes of a lioness just visible through a nearby bush.

On my return walk back to the lodge after my encounter – the bushes were of far more interest and I was most certainly awake, pumped with adrenalin.

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Author: Steppes Travel