My friend for an open top truck journey to Mole
National Park. He had been to Sawla to buy a sack of rice. There was a
dignity and peace about him; my Mum, who believes in reincarnation,
would say he was an old soul.
Mole Motel is on a ridge in the middle of savannah.
There are no fences, in theory a lion could walk right in. In practice
this cheeky monkey came and stole a pat of butter from our table when
we weren't looking.
Our ranger. The gun tranquilises.
Me, wishing I had optical zoom. The elephant was
incredibly graceful, watching him from only 50 yards away felt like
the scene from Jurassic park. So large, so slow, so purposeful, such
an elegant stride. Beautiful legs and muscles as he walks.