You’re late for the airport when halfway there, a mother elephant steps into the road and blocks your ride for several minutes. Why are she and her calf there? The grass is really sparse near the road and nothing but rocks and dust in the middle of the road. She seems to be picking up pebbles for no other reason than to mess with us. She flapped her ears a few times to let us know that she was in charge. We sat back and folded our hands—nothing to do but wait patiently for the boss.
PS This is the airport we had to get to. It may have been duty-free, but not doodie-free. There were elephant droppings liberally spaced on the landing strip.
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