While on safari with my sisters and Father in 1996, we stopped to photograph a baby elephant on the side of the road. We were thrilled to be so close to this little guy. Several cars pulled behind us to get their photos too. Before long we were joined by another elephant, much larger, who had apparently been on the other side of the road the whole time. He was none too happy with our interest in his son. As this protective Papa started walking towards our van as he trumpeted his warning to us. It was then Brian chose to educate us of the few animals that were truly dangerous on safari, the elephant being one of them. We were told that a car could not out run an elephant and they had the strength and ability to puncture the vehicle with their tusk or turn the car over. Our only course of action was to slowly back up and appear submissive. This was difficult with a line of eight or so cars that had pulled up to watch the show. Little did we like the idea that now we were an integral part of the morning’s entertainment. After much hand flapping and yelling at the cars behind us they did start to backup and we were allowed to withdrawal a bit to safely view the father and son reunion.
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