Elephants are big fans of the marula fruit, which is why the majestic animal features on the Amarula label.
Our ranger, Rassie, informs us we’re going to find elephants. After a long and complex “hunt” - the only kind there should be - involving footprints, trunkprints, piles of dung and radio communication with the other rangers, we are finally rewarded with a telltale rustling in a bed of reeds.
Suddenly, a large grey head emerges, followed by more, as the herd of ellies slowly munch their way along.
They eat almost all the time, we are told. I envy them.
This sighting completes our Big Five collection - lion, rhino, buffalo and even cheetah.
Later that night, I lie in bed and ponder what it would be like to live here for ever.
Day three: I set several alarms and spring out of bed at 4.30am because this is the day we’re going to Camp Jabulani to meet the elephants. I’m not going to miss a moment of it.
Ecotourism is a real thing, and I know riding elephants is wrong. I also know I don’t like animals in captivity.
But this is different.
It begins with a baby elephant left for dead, then rescued and rehabilitated.
Named Jabulani, he refused to return to the wild. Long story short: this camp is home to elephants who have no place else to go.
We meet him - and Sebakwe, who is the actual elephant on the Amarula label and quite the celebrity.
We feed them and we touch them, feeling how cold the back of their massive ears are.
Even as I write this, my eyes well with emotional tears at the recollection of pressing my face against that of a giant elephant’s.
We check out and depart for the airport at lunchtime. I am sad to leave but I’ve ticked a few things off my bucket list.
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