But if you think it was a humdrum trip, you are mightily wrong. No sooner had we pulled up to the resort entrance when our van-ola was charged by this bizarre and aggressive rhino that seems to have acclimated to single digit temperatures (it was about 8 degrees).
Once the danger had passed, we entered the Kalahari and donned our pith helmets. We hadn't been in there more than a minute before this mad elephant charged by. As you can see, E was terrified.
It took us some time to escape that rampaging pachyderm but at last we found ourselves in the company of a very small pair of those gentle giants of the savanna and in shouting distance of a well-stocked oasis.
All the aboriginal art, all the tropical drinks! After my trip to the Kalahari, I know that I will never have to visit Africa, the South Pacific, Mexico or Central and South America because
I HAVE ALREADY BEEN THERE.
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