My sleep addled brain struggled to determine the unfamiliar surroundings.
“What was that noise?” A low heavy “harrumph” was emanating from somewhere nearby. Clarity and memory flooded back. I was alone in my tent located in the Elephant Camp in Samburu National Park and that noise could only be one of the local pachyderms making their way to the river.
I frantically started waving the flashlight we had been given by the staff to signal for assistance. Immediately there was a calm reassuring voice outside my door. “Miss Joy, its okay. He is only scratching against your tent for a moment. There is nothing to fear.”