Too early for elephant breakfast?
Trip Start May 25, 2005
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Was it a gunshot?
What was that rumble?
I lay still in my sleeping bag, too frightened to move.
Crack, crack, step, tear, crack!
It must be elephants!
And so, for the next 90 minutes I lay still as the elephants walked past my windows as my huts swayed in the breeze. I was so close they must have been able to smell me, but the wooden shack was my saviour that night. The sonic communications rattled through my head as the elephants bellies expanded and rumbled through the night.
What a privilege to be that close to such a magnificent crew of foodies.