Attack of the white rhino!

So I haven't had time to mention that I almost touched a rhino. A white rhino, to be precise. We were walking past the rhino habitat when my host dad noticed that the rhinos were directly underneath the viewing area. Sweet.

As you can see from the pictures, the only things keeping us from being impaled were a 4 ft high wall and a couple of bars. The rhino was laying in the mud, but then struggled to his feet like an intoxicated boulder and stumbled over to the bars to scratch his horn. I would've touched his horn if I didn't think it was a bad example to set for Amanda. I mean, she's young, impressionable. I didn't want her running around touching rhino horns her whole life. That's the only reason.

After scratching his horn 36in from my face, he went back to the mud, fell over and snorted a few times. The only unfortunate part of being that close to a rhino is that when they snort, you get sprayed with mud. So Amanda had a nice time pointing out each individual mud speck that was on my newly cleaned shirt. 

Other than our near death experience with the rhino, the wildlife park was mostly depressing. The habitats were small and dirty (especially the otters...iI couldn't even take a picture of it; I felt like the otters would've been embarrassed if I had shown it to anyone). It was nice to be outside, but I'm looking forward to the real national park next weekend.

Also, note the picture of the guide talking on his cell phone. More to come on this later.