Oliver Twist (so named due to the distinctive corkscrew twist in his tail) first appeared around Chongwe in 2004 at the guides examinations at Conservation Lower Zambezi. A huge mature bull who calmly walked through all the exam delegates to feed on a tree under which the invigilator (MJ) was sat in the shade. She crouched into a ball looking at his tusks either side of her head, wondering what may happen, but he did not touch a hair on her head. He calmly walked back out again after taking his fill and all breathed a sigh of relief and carried on with their exam papers. 
After this he was a very common and most welcome visitor to all camps in the area, at Chongwe, we would all talk to him, welcoming him back and asking how his day was going, he never caused us any problems. Personally, I (CJ) have very happy memories of the
fantastic sightings he gave us over the years, carefully removing chairs on the deck to reach a particular tree, swimming in the reeds under the deck, his passing us by whilst eating with guests at dinner, and his “talking” (the typical elephant tummy rumble) to us in the office whilst feeding outside. Supplies delivery days were always a favourite of his, to see if he could beat us to the bananas and oranges. My particular favourite has to be following the felling of a tree leaning on the office when he raced through camp at the sound of the tree falling, screeched to a halt in front of it and promptly started feeding, still as we were cutting it. He amused us by lifting a branch, tucking it under his tusk whilst picking up a second branch and eating it, and then returned to the first one retrieving it from under his tusk to eat, before repeating this double portion over and over.
Late in 2008 he disappeared, never to be seen again around the banks of the Chongwe
River. Each year we would wait for his return but he never came, though his name and stories were oft repeated to guests and new staff alike. In September 2011, we received a report that he had been roaming the Zimbabwe side of the Zambezi and was found dead in November 2010 on an island not too far from his old Chongwe home. Believed to be natural causes but confirmed he had not been poached.
We often wondered what had happened to him, fearing the worst and whilst a sad end to our favourite elephant, it is a relief to know he wasn’t betrayed by man. Chris Liebenberg says “in 16 years I never met a nicer chap”.
RIP Ollie – you will be remembered. by Caroline Jenkins – Reservations Manager

We first visited Chongwe Safaris in 2007 and we arrived in on the overnight BA flight, so after lunch we flopped into our tent for a much needed sleep. As I emerged from my
groggy, sleepy state, I was aware that Sean was already awake and alert. I started to stir and he told me to be still and quiet. I quickly tuned into the exciting scene unfolding directly outside our tent. A large bull elephant, with a twist in his tail was amusing himself with the sun lounger mattress. He was curling it up into a ball and throwing it over his head, and then stamping on it, picking it up again and repeating the process. Each time he was moving further round the tent until he was just the other side of the open air bathroom. He chucked it again and it landed in the shower. We held our breath, wondering what he would do next. Suddenly his trunk followed by his ears and head popped over the top of the bathroom wall as he reached into the shower to retrieve his ‘toy’. We laughed when we wondered how we would have reacted if one of us had been in the shower at the time. Oliver eventually tired of his game when his mattress landed in the river, he gave it one more cursory glance and wandered off for a munch on a nearby bush.
Oliver put in some wonderful appearances over the course of the few days we were at Chongwe and even had a snooze, trunk resting on the ground, leaning slightly against a
termite mound. He would come right up to the lunch table and gently move around us going about his business.
On our follow up visits to Chongwe, we were delighted to see Oliver again. Coming out of the back of tent 1 into the bathroom, he was happily stretching to grab the branches that hung high over the tent. He stopped what he was doing, looked directly at me and we just held a gaze. It was a wonderful moment of connection and acceptance. For such a large elephant, Oliver moved very deliberately and softly and has to have been one of the greatest encounters we have ever had with a wild animal.
Jane Keogh – Chongwe House





























