I was kissing a beautiful girl under a thorn tree one day in Africa many years ago. Then down wind from us I started to feel what were hammer blows coming through the ground and into my safari boots.
Seconds later I heard a thumping sound coming towards us.
The acacia bush exploded in front of where we stood and across the clearing came this Rhino and her calf. She was at full charge coming straight at us. Just as she was about to hit I ducked myself and the lady around to the other side of the tree. The Rhinos thundered past and kept on going into the thorn bush. Their wind blast carried that rhino scent. They were the last rhinos I ever saw...
The moral of the story - when you go into the African bush, romance, perfume, and rhinos don't mix.
The adventure of rhino's are no more they are now nearly all gone.