See the artistic impressions earlier.
I laid in my tent that night wondering what the noise was out in the channel. I later dreamed that the crocs had indeed caught and killed a buffalo. They were out there, tearing chunks out of their prey, using the "death roll" to rip pieces of hide and meat to gulp down greedily. In my dreams, I saw myself in the water with them, taking photos of the macabre scene.
"These malaria pills sure give one hallucinations." I thought. "I really should not drink so much beer either."
Still, at least I got the picture stuck in my mind of what was going on out there in the wilderness.
Full story of that one to come later.
They are very much like the impala, but look bigger?
