The very real risks of going on an African safari
As a recent tragedy shows, wild animals command our respect and demand caution when we enter their domain. WATCH
There’s truth to the adage “elephants never forget”. I learned the hard way on a safari to Zimbabwe several years ago. I was in Gonarezhou National Park, in a remote southeast corner of the country on the border with Mozambique, close to an area where landmines were planted during years of civil war in the late 1970s. Hundreds of animals, including elephants, were killed as a result of human warfare, and the memory remains vivid for their descendants.
Driving through the park, we accidentally disturbed a hulking male bull who tossed his trunk in anger, kicked up dust and chased us for a good 10 minutes. Smart enough to predict our escape route, he even took a shortcut to block our path.
I love these savannah giants but catch them in the wrong mood and they are terrifying. I shudder at the fear a group of tourists must have felt when their safari vehicle was flipped by an elephant in Zambia’s Kafue National Park in April, tragically killing one of the passengers.
The scenario is almost unthinkable. But herein lies the problem: accustomed to the cosseting comforts of luxury safaris, we’ve forgotten we are in the realm of wild animals.
A couple of years ago, I too found myself in a sticky situation in Kafue when my vehicle broke down with a puncture on an early-morning game drive. Although we had a spare tyre on-board, the mechanic had forgotten to load a toolbox, rendering it useless. Despite my poor guide’s best efforts, no one back at camp was picking up the radio (the receiver had been left in the bar, which was only serviced from 10am) and there was no mobile phone reception.
Our only option was to abandon the vehicle and walk, unarmed, through thick, dense vegetation where I’d seen a pride of lions tearing apart the stinking carcass of a buffalo only minutes earlier. To make matters worse, the air was heaving with black clouds of tsetse flies – vicious, bloodsucking insects that pierce the skin with painful pin pricks, producing sores so itchy you’ll scratch the skin raw.
In this instance, elephants came to my rescue. Setting fire to a ball of dung wedged on to a stick, I used a smoking lollipop to ward off the evil little vampires. Waving it back and forth, I felt like a priest swinging incense in a thurible.
Of course, it’s possible to walk through the bush without getting mauled or trampled. The key is to always exercise caution and follow the instructions of your ranger or guide. These people have an intuitive understanding of the animals that share their living space. Crucially, they have respect.
I’ve encountered lions, leopards, elephants, buffaloes, rhinos and wild dogs on walking safaris. Despite their years of experience, my guides have always been on high alert – listening for movements, checking the wind direction, assessing suitable trees to climb. Never are they complacent. When I ran into a lion on foot one night in Malawi’s Majete Wildlife Reserve, my guide knew exactly what to do. Calmly, he instructed me to slowly climb on top of a wooden picnic bench and defy every impulse in my body to run.
What happened to the tourists in Kafue was a terrible accident. The guide found himself trapped in an area where it was impossible to manoeuvre his vehicle. Otherwise, he would have done what every experienced guide would do in that situation: back off.
On safari, the only thing that lies between tourists and wild animals is the metal shell of a vehicle, a thin veil of canvas or an intangible but deeply important barrier of mutual respect. If you give an animal space, it will give you space in return. I’ve spent hundreds of nights drifting off to the roar of lions, the whooping giggles of hyenas and the panicked squeals of zebras being attacked by leopards. Only once have I ever feared an animal might enter my tent.
One night, in Zimbabwe’s Hwange National Park, I woke to the calamitous crashing of objects in my open-air bathroom. The shadow of a trunk, swinging against canvas dangerously close to a full bladder of water above the bucket shower, immediately gave the culprit away. Despite my boyfriend’s panicked pleas, I dodged the ignominy of blowing the safety horn. (Having introduced myself as an experienced African traveller to camp managers the day before, pride got the better of me.)
Miraculously, on inspection the following morning, nothing was broken; the only thing missing was a bar of soap. After sharing my story at breakfast, I discovered we had a thief in our midst. Ours was the fifth tent the toiletry-gobbling elephant had raided that night.
On safari, travellers can expect encounters with creatures great and small and ironically some of the biggest threats are posed by the tiniest beasts. According to the World Health Organisation, there were 233 million cases of malaria on the African continent in 2022 and 580,000 deaths. Prophylactics are a highly effective precaution, so consult a doctor (though note they will always err on the side of caution) and seek up-to-date information for each destination you plan to visit.
The closest shave I’ve ever had with hospitalisation on safari was down to an insect almost smaller than a speck of pepper. I’d been warned about ticks in the long grasses of South Africa’s Phinda Private Game Reserve, but photographing a pangolin at eye level was too good an opportunity to resist.
Days later, a red welt appeared on my belly, growing deeper and deeper until it resembled Mt Etna’s molten crater. Dr Google revealed I probably had tick bite fever, nothing a double dose of antimalarial drug doxycycline couldn’t fix.
On balance, going on safari presents no more danger than, say, hiking in the Alps. Accidents can happen anywhere, even on a beach break in Spain. But observing animals in the wild demands a degree of humility. We are visitors to their patch, and just like people they have emotional and defensive reactions. Some days they are happy, other times they might be sad. Or maybe they’re just after something as simple as a bar of soap.
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