Africa: On Foot

I squatted as close to the ground as possible. Tiny rocks dug into my palms. I hardly breathed. masthead

The rhinos — first I thought there was only one, but then I saw two, three, and four — walked closer. Not running, but walking steadily. Closer. Close enough for a child to throw a stone at. The rhinos’ horns looked huge and very pointy.

I heard a loud click. That was Mike loading a bullet into his rifle.

“Hi there, rhinos,” said Mike congenially. “We see you. We’re not here to hurt you.”

Ray crouched in front of me, just behind Mike. I briefly thought that if this was my last moment on earth, at least I would die with someone I love.

The rhinos stopped moving, but continued to stare at us with mild curiosity. We stayed there — six of us, including Mike — for what felt like several minutes. The soles of my feet ached but I didn’t dare shift them. The rhinos probably heard my heart pounding.

Mike turned his head slightly, a huge grin on his face. “You can take photos, if you want,” he whispered.

The rhinos fanned out on the road in front of us. The idea of spending the last moment of my life shooting pictures of rhinos seemed a bit silly. But I trusted Mike. Slowly, I lifted my camera and shot a few frames.


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