Our first brush with death on our visit to the Serengeti in 2011 was innocuous enough: simply getting out of the jeep to have breakfast, overlooking massive herds of zebra and wildebeest. Another jeep dashed over to speak to our guide, and they pointed out that a lion was just a few hundred yards away. We could see that the American woman in their jeep was highly concerned, but we had no idea we were at risk. We saw the lion shortly thereafter, and parked quite a way away to have our breakfast!
There was another incident the following day, with the same guide. We parked up to watch some female elephants, and their young, by the side of the road. We were a little surprised when a large male came out from behind a big bush that he was happily munching on, and initially all seemed well. However, things turned for the worse in 3 distinct phases: we were initially WARNED by his full-on ear flapping; he then did a short CHARGE towards us - which was genuinely aggressive - so we decided to make a tactical withdrawal by reversing the jeep. Doing the maths, a 6 ton ele’, vs 1 ton Toyota Land Cruiser is hardly a fair fight, so we turned and got ready to go ... at which point he CHASED after us, and we decided to get the hell out of there as fast as we could, bumping around the jeep whilst still trying to take video of the angry ele’!