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“I’m very sorry Madame, you may not go to your tent, the elephants are near,” says my escort at the Okavango Delta Lodge. Peering through the bushes I see the two of the majesties who rule this land, grazing next to tent #15. What will happen? I ask. “They could charge and we will have to run for our lives.” Fine by me, I can chill at the pool no problemo.
 

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