That’s my idea for one of those classical-novel-meets-pop-culture-monster books that seem so popular these days. Africa’s second deadliest animal (after the mosquito) deserves its time in the literary spotlight, methinks.
The action in the novel would have to take place mostly at night, though. Hippos, as we learned, are rather fond of spending their sunlit hours participating in group lie-ins, you see.
As I’ve told my girlfriend repeatedly, dating her comes with some good perks. This last weekend saw us trotting off up north to St. Lucia, as a client of hers had offered her and a partner (yours truly) a weekend at their holiday lodge. To take in the sights and experience the attractions on offer, the better to write about their establishment.
St. Lucia is a cute little town, all the attractions are along the main road and everywhere you see signs to watch out for the hippos that leave the river and wander around town at night.
We didn’t manage to spot any hippos on the lawn of our guest lodge, much to our disappointment, but the weekend was rather enjoyable. The estuary tour was a highlight, taking a leisurely barge ride down the river and having sundowners near a pod of sleepy hippopotami. They’re bloody huge animals, let me tell you.
The horse ride on the beach the next day was also fantastic, setting out in the morning along untouched coastline, making our way down to the the lagoon where crocodiles wallowed in the shallows just a couple of meters away. There’s something primeval about riding a horse along untouched beach while the sand undulates past you…
We ended the weekend at the skiboat club, eating our lunch while bachelor male hippos gnashed their teeth and fought in the waters nearby, the locals paying little attention to the common sight.
Overall, a great weekend.