A Blog post by Ben Coley

I woke with a start at about 11.30pm. The moonlit night sky was no longer visible
through my tent’s mesh: cloud-cover I
mused? Perhaps it was a clap of thunder
that had disturbed my slumber? As I
strained my sleep filled eyes, the moonlight suddenly started to appear once
again… It was only then that I realised that it was the silhouette of an
elephant bull that filled my window! He
then set about systematically removing large areas of bush from beside my tent
with less than delicate aplomb. The
silent night provided perfect amplification for his activities and the cracks
of the protesting branches sounded like gunshots going off next to my
head! More noise filtered through to my
now more alert brain and I realised that our friendly behemoths from 2 days ago
has decided to pay us another visit!

The chaos continued throughout the night
and sleep was hard to come by. Normally
elephants feed in an area and move on but perhaps EcoTraining’s famed
hospitality was too enticing and our guests were still in the camp at 5.30am
when I, and the somewhat shaken-up and bleary-eyed students emerged from our
tents. Ironically, only a few nights ago
I was telling them that camp visitors are common, despite the fact that that
they had been scarce of late!
We surveyed the devastation together,
keeping a watchful eye on the 2 perpetrators as they continued to feed
close-by, oblivious to the disturbance that they had caused. One tree blocked our path to the fire place,
another had narrowly missed the EcoTraining sign and yet another tree had been
uprooted right next to tent 7. Beatriz
and Rosie were the unfortunate inhabitants as they told of their sleepless
night! The pathways were littered with
foliage and branches where the table manners of our gargantuan visitors seemed
to have deserted them. We stepped
carefully through the carnage, avoiding regular calling cards the size of
bowling balls as we all recounted our own experiences of the chaotic night. Finally the bulls moved on, satisfied that
they had left their mark on Karongwe camp.
I couldn’t help but spare a thought for the remaining vegetation,
wondering of their thoughts for their fallen comrades.

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