I spent the early years of my life in Lake Manyara National Park, Tanzania.
My father was doing his DPhil on the social behaviour of wild elephants. One of my earliest memories of Manyara was being charged, in an open Land Rover, by an enormous bull elephant who stopped short, just before he hit the car. His name, I seem to remember, was Casimir.
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