Photograph: Peter Hoffman for the Guardian
The hippo who tried to kill me wasn't a stranger – he and I had met before a number of times. I was 27 and owned a business taking clients down the Zambezi river near Victoria Falls. I'd been working this stretch of river for years, and the grouchy old two-ton bull had carried out the occasional half-hearted attack. I'd learned to avoid him. Hippos are territorial and I knew where he was most likely to be at any given time.
• As told to Chris Broughton
http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2013/may/04/i-was-swallowed-by-a-hippo
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