The National park: To distinguish the rhino from the unicorn

Well, it was raining in Etosha national park all night and all morning. The guide was sceptical. She said that the roads might be too bad and that the animals will hide. We were prepared, though, in rain jackets and loads of clothes. It took us ten minutes to spot the lions. They were so pretty, hanging out, mating, hanging out, mating and generously posing for our cameras. I rarely go to zoos, why I never have seen a real lion before. Nor a zebra or a giraffe. 

And I do have an issue with rhinos. It is just until very recently I learned to know that a unicorn isn't a rhino, but a fantasy being. That is a very confusing thing. The unicorn is therefore not a part of the big five. Not that I think they care at all. None of them. 

And there they were. We hardly left the dazzle of zebras until we spotted the giraffes. A rhino crossed the road and two elephants were making there way into the bush. It felt like being a part of a movie where everything was directed. I am used to wait for mantas, sharks and whales, and I am very understanding that there are no guarantees when it comes to wild animals. 

In Etosha they showed up, though. One by one or in their groups, packs, towers, dazzles or troops. Never knew there were so many words for naming a group of animals. And even though the giraffes and the zebras had been a dream, I must say that this herd of Oryxes really made an impact.