Nellie the elephant
Monday, September 4th, 2006December 2005.  My friend Dan is over in Namibia for a visit. We go to Etosha National Park. The conversations go thus:
Dan: Why can’t I get out of the car? Where’s the wildlife? I want to see elephants. Where are the elephants? Is that an elephant?
Me: What’s that tiny black speck over there near the horizon? Is it an elephant? Pass me the binoculars… Oh, no it’s a tree. Sorry.
August 2006. My mother is over in Namibia for a visit. We got to Etosha National Park. The conversations go thus:
Me (excitedly):Â Look, another big poo.
Mum: Oh yes. And another one. Maybe there’s a rhino near here somewhere.
We follow the large piles of excrement hopefully, and come round the corner to find yet more enormous elephants lounging nonchalantly amongst the foliage.
Me: Oh. It’s just more elephants.
