We collectively hold our breath as a territorial male rhino we’ve been watching from afar abruptly turns to face us and, with beady black eyes fixed upon our safari truck, starts nonchalantly ambling towards it.
Our driver Sheldon nudges forward to maintain the distance between us, but this bruiser keeps on coming, swishing through the long grasses and onto the dusty track just a few metres away, where he pauses to eyeball us while pondering his next move.
I feel a frisson of excitement as Sheldon quietly mutters: “He’s deciding whether to charge us,” and prepare for the inevitable burst of acceleration if this two-tonne hulk breaks into a gallop. They can reach nearly 30mph which, we’re told, is like the sound of a train getting up to full speed.
I’m not used to such nail-biting moments on cruise excursions, though this is
