Conservation has become a buzzword. It checks all the right boxes, signaling that what we do is meaningful and impactful. But over time, we’ve grown accustomed to the word itself, while the essence behind it—the raw, elusive, and often indefinable experience—remains hidden.

At Kwandwe, conservation is not just something you hear about; it’s something you feel. It seeps into your soul, much like the scent of rain before it touches the earth. It surrounds you—from the landscape to the people who serve with an unmistakable passion. Their dedication filters through every interaction, leaving an imprint on your heart. Yet, the intangible sense of truly witnessing conservation in action lingers—until you see it, recognise it, appreciate it, and let it change you forever.

We set out on a mission to locate a specific rhino whose tracking device had stopped working. A soft mist clings to the land, veiling the reserve in a quiet hush, as if nature itself is holding its breath for what’s to come. Bulelani, who knows every rhino by heart, takes the front seat in the helicopter, his keen eyes scanning the terrain. The level of love and commitment required to identify individual rhinos so intimately is nothing short of miraculous—a soul-stirring moment in itself. Have you ever been so deeply passionate about something?

From a high vantage point, we watch as the helicopter sweeps the area. Rhinos are territorial, making their movements somewhat predictable. We discuss the procedure’s importance—the health check that comes with replacing the collar. Dr. William Fowlds exudes both skill and calm authority, instantly earning trust. His presence reassures us that we are in the hands of an expert.

Our briefing is both necessary and captivating. Angus Sholto-Douglas, a veteran in rhino conservation, leads the conversation, sharing insights into why Kwandwe does what it does. He answers every question with ease, his experience evident in the way he balances humility with the kind of energy that fills you with adrenaline. Each time the radio crackles or the helicopter hums overhead, anticipation grips you. Could this be the moment?

Then, like the crack of a whip, everything shifts into action. Dr. William moves towards the helicopter, tranquilliser in hand. The rangers, trackers, and conservation staff operate like a well-oiled machine. Words are scarce; efficiency is paramount. Watching their synchronised precision is awe-inspiring. I catch myself staring, absorbing every detail, as if afraid to miss something profound. As guests, we are inside this protective bubble of skill—a surreal place to be when the focus of the operation is a wild animal capable of immense power, weighing up to three tonnes, yet momentarily vulnerable.

What follows is a blur, yet somehow time slows. Every second, I remind myself to take it in—to imprint each colour, movement, and sensation in my mind. This is not a moment to rush through; it is one to savour.

The conservation team works with quiet urgency, guided by Angus and Craig. Every detail is considered—the rhino’s breathing, his comfort, his safety. As we round a spekboom thicket, following Danel and Dennis, our ranger and tracker team, to where the rhino awaits, excitement and nervous energy pulse through me.

Then, we see him.

His sheer vulnerability hits me like a punch to the chest. How can there be people who fail to see that true strength lies in protecting, uplifting, and preserving life? The wave of emotion is overwhelming, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Just yesterday, I thought I had reached my peak experience after seeing a leopard, but this moment surpasses it in magnitude.

No one lingers or chats idly—the rhino’s health is the priority. Within minutes, measurements are taken, vitamins administered, samples collected, and the new tracking device fitted.

Unlike many conservation experiences, where guests are kept at a distance, here we are invited to participate. We are given the honour of helping administer medicine—a rite of passage into something far greater than ourselves.

I briefly and intimately place my hand on his skin, feeling the warmth transfer between my palm and his coarse hide. It is a fleeting yet almost sacred moment—one I wish could last longer. And just as quickly as it began, our time with this giant comes to an end. We pause for a moment to respectfully capture a photo with this magnificent, almost prehistoric creature.

A part of me regrets not taking more pictures, but deep down, I know that no camera could ever do justice to this experience. Some things are meant to be lived, not simply documented.

The retreat is swift, but I steal one last glance over my shoulder as the thick spekboom swallows him whole once more. Back in the vehicles, we wait, engines idling, for the tranquilliser’s reversal to take effect.

“How will we know he’s awake if we can’t see him?” a guest asks Angus.  “Oh, you’ll know,” he replies, his expression serious.

Despite meticulous preparation, there’s always a small risk that an animal won’t respond as expected to the medication. The air is thick with anticipation. Then—a crash.

Bushes splinter under the force of a waking giant. Confused, threatened, and likely irritated, he barrels through the undergrowth, his acute sense of smell bombarded with unfamiliar scents. We grip the sides of the vehicle as we turn to look—he emerges, charging through the bush with astonishing speed.

Relief washes over the team. Their grins say it all: another successful conservation effort. Another rhino safe. Another victory in the fight to protect one of the world’s most extraordinary creatures.

This is conservation—not just a word, but a force. A calling. A moment that changes you forever.

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