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I didn’t tell you the whole truth about a hippo charging me

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Earlier this month, I told you about surviving a hippo stampede on the first night of our orientation-to-Africa course. (If you missed it, click on Terrors of the Night: Hippo Stampede .) Hippos stayed in the lake during the day, for the most part, but at night they roamed freely throughout our campground, Fisherman’s Camp. Each hippo can consume up to 80 pounds of grass each night, using their wide and uniquely muscled lips to rip up the greenery. While they roam and eat, they made monstrous grunting, munching, belching noises throughout our campground. According to Alina Bradford , “Hippos are very loud animals. Their snorts, grumbles and wheezes have been measured at 115 decibels . . . about the same volume as you’d get when 15’ from the speakers at a rock concert.”  Now, picture this: Hippos routinely grazed within an inch of our tent wall . Imagine waking up at night to such ghastly noises—just an inch or two from your head! I often snuck out of my sleeping bag, grabbed my cam...
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I could envision how men could aim for that hole in the ground, but, but—what about women?

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Before Christmas, I told you about my too-close-for-comfort encounter with a hippo —a hippo that was charging me, only a few feet away. Dave and I were participating in our three-month orientation for living and working in Africa, and one morning several of us had unzipped our tents and headed for the outhouse, only to find that a couple of hippos grazed among our tents. With long, razor-sharp tusks in mouths that open four feet wide, hippos are deadly. (If you missed it, click on I didn’t tell you the whole truth about a hippo charging me .) When it became clear that hippo had not killed me or our fellow orientees, we all remembered we’d originally planned to head to the outhouse. By then, for some of us doing so was urgent!         A row of outhouses lined the edge of camp—rough wood planks and black toilet seats. The place was dark, stinky, and full of flies. Ugh. Actually, we had two rows of outhouses. The second sat equally close to our site, but ...
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