It was rather refined affair – for a little while, at least. There we were, perched on our camp chairs under the bright African sun, nibbling on delicate little slices of freshly baked quiche and tasty pigs-in-a-blanket, sipping some good South African wine and very much enjoying our riverside brunch next to the brown, languid flow of the mighty Shire River.

And then a big bull elephant decided to crash the party.

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