Game, Set, Match.

Are you making fun of my nose?

Etosha National Park, Namibia – Late this morning, we again set out into Etosha National Park in search of rhinos ambling across the flats.

Fragrant Namibian myrrh rose with the dust, bathing the air with a pungent perfume of herb and fruits. The sky soon dissolved from blue to half-grey.

Elephants here, giraffes, everywhere – animals that, just yesterday, garnered such excitement in the truck – sprinkled between wildebeest, zebra and impala. Springbok huddle from the sun under squat acacia that resemble tiny parasols twisted into the sand.

Under a low tree, our target: a horn-less black rhino, wearily resting at the side of the road, its ears twitching insistently at flies seeking a meal. The wings of a thousand of them wouldn't provide the magnificent beast with any respite from the heat.

Three lions heave from a morning spent lying around. Cats.

Then, right before we pull into camp for the night, an even more rare white rhino crosses the road in front of us. At the waterhole in camp, four more.

It's called a game drive: sometimes you lose; sometimes you win.

Sometimes, you hit the jackpot.