Every so often we pause to scan the horizon and undulating landscape which stretches around us, punctuated by valleys and rocky outcrops. The sun moves higher turning the heavens a brilliant blue. In the distance the snowy peak of Mount Kenya rises out of the layered grey hills. On some days it is hard to see the peak through the clouds but today it is crystal clear like a back lit image on a familiar screen.
One of the rangers points towards a far hillside. ‘black rhino, he is called “namunyak’ he whispers. I can only see vegetation stretching off for miles. ‘There,’ he repeats jabbing his finger at the vast array of bushes, trees and rocks. I scan fruitlessly around with my binoculars. Nothing. He is laughing now, amused by my pathetic ability to make out the patently obvious.
After some time Will locates the rhino and tries to help me; ‘You see that green bush’ he starts but stops as I give him a withering look. There are about a million green bushes in the direction they are all pointing.