`But rhinos are perfectly safe??
‘Oh, more or less. I’d be a bit wary of black rhinos if I was on foot. They have got a reputation for unprovoked aggression which I suppose they’ve pretty much earned themselves. One black rhino in Kenya caught me off’ guard once, and severely dented a friend’s car which I’d borrowed for the day. He’d only had it a few weeks. His previous car, which I had borrowed for the weekend, had been written off by a buffalo. It was all very embarrassing. Hello, have we found something?
Charles had brought the Landrover to a halt and was peering at the horizon through his binoculars.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘I think I can see one. About two miles away.’
We each looked through our own binoculars, following his directions. The early morning air was still cool, and there was no heat haze frying the horizon. Once I had worked out which group of trees in front of a tussocky hill it was we were meant to be looking just to the left and slightly in front of I eventually found myself looking at something that looked suspiciously like the termite hill we had almost killed ourselves tracking down two days earlier. It was very still.
‘Sure it’s a rhino? I asked, politely.
`Yup,’ said Charles. ‘Dead sure. We’ll stay parked here. They have very keen hearing and the noise of the Landrover would send it away if we drove any closer. So we walk.’
We gathered our cameras together and walked.
‘Quietly,’ said Charles.
We walked more quietly.
It was difficult to be that quiet struggling through a wide, marsh-filled gully, with our boots and even our knees farting and belching in the mud. Mark entertained us by whispering interesting facts to us.
‘Did you know,’ he said, ‘that bilharzia is the second most common disease in the world after tooth decay?
‘No, really?’ I said.
‘It’s very interesting,’ said Mark. ‘It’s a disease you get from wading through infected water. Tiny snails breed in the water and they act as hosts to tiny parasitic worms that latch on to your skin. When the water evaporates they burrow in and attack your bladder and intestines. You’ll know if you’ve got it, because it’s like really bad flu with diarrhoea, and you also piss blood.’
‘I think we’re meant to be keeping quiet,’ I said.
Once we were on the other side of the gully we regrouped again behind some trees and Charles checked on the wind direction and gave us some further instructions.
‘You need to know something about the way that a rhino sees his world before we go barging into it,’ he whispered to us. ‘They’re pretty mild and inoffensive creatures for all their size and horns and everything. His eyesight is very poor and he only relies on it for pretty basic information. If he sees five animals like us approaching him he’ll get nervous and run off. So we have to keep close together in single file. Then he’ll think we’re just one animal and he’ll be less worried.’
‘A pretty big animal,’ I said.
`That doesn’t matter. He’s not afraid of big animals, but numbers bother him. We also have to stay down wind of him, which means that from here we’re going to have make a wide circle round him. His sense of smell is very acute indeed. In fact it’s his most important sense. His whole world picture is made up of smells. He “sees” in smells. His nasal passages are in fact bigger than his brain.’
From here it was at last possible to discern the creature with the naked eye. We were a bit more than half a mile from it. It was standing out in the open looking, at moments when it was completely still, like a large outcrop of rock. From time to time its long sloping head would wave gently from side to side and its horns would bob slightly up and down as, mildly and inoffensively, it cropped the grass. This was not a termite hill.
We set off again, very quietly, constantly stopping, ducking and shifting our position to try and stay down wind of the creature, while the wind, which didn’t care one way or the other, constantly shifted its position too. At last we made it to another small clump of trees about a hundred yards from the creature, which so far had seemed to be undisturbed by our approach. From here, though, it was just open ground between us and it. We stayed for a few minutes to watch and photograph it. If any closer approach did in fact scare it off, then this was our last opportunity. The animal was turned slightly away from us, continuing gently to crop the grass. At last the wind was well established in our favour and, nervously, quietly, we set off again.