It was the elephant footprints that caught me by surprise.

Here, far into the sun-baked Makgadikgadi Pans of Botswana, the line of spoor, each footstep sunk half a metre into malodorous mud, stretched to the southern horizon. For dozens, perhaps hundreds, of kilometres a lone elephant bull had set his mind to heading north...

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