The elephant pushed his way under the low hanging branches of a mahogany tree, emerging a few metres from me. He paused, looking at me for a moment. Then, like a four tonne ballerina, he pirouetted ninety degrees to face the river. To my surprise and without hesitation he stepped over the edge, his front legs sliding down the cliff face.
There was no hippo chute at this point, which is the normal method elephants use to get down to the river. I could not believe my eyes.