That’s the path where the hippos, weighing one and a half to three tons,  filed by to get to the water. We could hear them munching grass outside our tent at night. The nightly ritual was; wake up, need to use the WC, wait until I couldn’t wait any longer, wake up my husband, find the flashlight, slip on our shoes, check to see no hippos were coming, quickly cross the path, do what we had to do, then, make a mad dash back to our tent (watching our step) where we would zip up our “door” and slip back into our cots and fall asleep.