Nobody moves a muscle as 460 buffalo, grazing just 50 metres away from our rock of safety, glare at us down flaring nostrils. It's the time we city slickers have been waiting for. Our first close encounter with one of the feared Big Five. Waves of adrenalin tinged with fear begin pumping. 458 Winchester's at the ready.
Nobody breathes as the beautiful beasts bellow a warning.
The leaders edge closer. Unable to match their lidded stare, I look aside. After what seems like hours, the male bulls snort a signal. And the herd moves on. Almost as if we insignificant humans are not worth the effort.