Since my return, I have been swimming in requests to share some of the experiences and photographs of my recent travels—camping through the wilds of Africa. I took the pictures seen here in a place called Etosha National Park in Namibia, and at the Chobe River in Botswana.
Giraffe are poised and graceful creatures, they specialise in pretty posture and perfect balance—until it comes to drinking when their elegance is cruelly betrayed.
In an ungainly manner they splay their legs, dipping their crane-heads like incompetent gymnasts to lap tentatively astride beside the water. The entire scenario looks as precarious as a house of cards.
To speak about hippos, I will have to use some extremely crude terminology, because the most interesting thing about hippos was the way they relieved themselves. They spin their tail in a windmill as muck spreads haywire, redecorating the scene in manure brown. I can only imagine this is the hippos’ equivalent of urinating on a fence to claim it as their own. I was extremely pleased to be out of the quite tremendous splatter radius.
Despite hippopotamuses being anthropomorphised as the slovenly couch-potato who wallows in mud, these creatures can be surprisingly noble.
As the sun rose at 5am and the sky blistered pink, the hippos rose from the muddy depths of the Chobe River and opened their well-stocked jaws to break the morning.