No Way Possible.
But they were insistent, and the hotel said they had heard nothing but good things about it. What the hell, tomorrow was our last day in Zambia. I told them I would go along.
We wake up around 6am the next morning to get an early breakfast before they arrive to take us on safari. A Toyota pick up truck pulls up, with two guides, one male the other female, in the cab.
"Jambo!" I inquire as to where the three of us should sit, but the girl climbs into the pickup bed so we can fit into the cab of the truck. I feel bad for her as there is frost on the window.... but off we go.
The tracker cautions us to be very quiet, then starts searching the animal scat on the ground so that we have a sense of what direction to be going. If this sounds surreal, trust me, it felt surreal!
We wait him out, then continue onward. My heart is racing uncontrollably. The Rhino scat is getting fresher, and we walk slowly and quietly forward.
Will we actually find a Rhino in the bush by tracking scat?