The road was rough. The land rover bounced around a corner and there he was, a South African White Rhinoceros, standing guard in the middle of the rutted road. I lurched forward as the guide stopped the vehicle abruptly. The Rhino’s ears twitched. He watched from immovable feet. I held my breath. I could hear a huffing snort and the buzzing of insects.

The guide spoke, “Perhaps we will find another way.”

The land rover jerked in reverse. The Rhino stared at us, unblinking.

You Shall Not Pass.

You Shall Not Pass

Posing for a profile.

Grazing.

Coming or going?

Blending in.