Walking away from the Jeep I can see a vast landscape of orange dirt and dust being swept up into the plain blue sky. The heat penetrates my skin the second I get away from the shelter of the Jeep.
We stop for a bit of a snack, in my seahorse lunch box I have an avocado, banana, sandwiches and purple lollies.
There’s a rank smell of dead meat, sure enough about 50 metres away from us there’s a dead carcass of an elephant, the bones must be what the vultures were after. I didn’t feel like eating after that.