As Paul Templer set off to
lead a group on a kayaking trip down the Zambezi River, it seemed like just
another day's work. Then 27, Mr Templer was
the owner of a river tour business and had been taking people on trips along
the stretch of the Zambezi near Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe for many years.
But just a few hours later
his life would be turned not only upside down, but upside down and head first
up to his waist in a hippopotamus's throat.
Hippos
are often portrayed as docile, friendly creatures who enjoy little more than a
good wallow in the mud. But this is far from the truth.
Hippos kill around 300
people a year, making them the third biggest killer of humans after mosquitoes
and box jellyfish, despite only living in certain parts of Africa. Their gaping mouths span
four feet and are lined with fearsome tusks. On land they can reach speeds of
30 mph, but they are most dangerous in the water, where the male bull hippos
can become territorial.
Mr Templer, who grew up in
what was then Rhodesia before joining the British Army, was well aware of the
danger the creatures pose and knew to give them a wide berth.
On the day of the attack
he was accompanied by three apprentice guides – Mike, Ben and Evans.
They were all in separate
kayaks and approaching the end of the tour when they came across a pod of
around a dozen hippos wallowing quietly in the shallows.
Mr Templer steered the
group away from the danger before pausing a moment for Evans, who had been
lagging slightly behind, to catch up.
He recalls: 'I turned just
in time to see Evans flying through the air before he splashed into the river.'
Mr Templer immediately
went back to help Evans who reached out his hand but just as he was about to
grab hold all hell broke lose.
'My world went dark and
strangely quiet, a few very long seconds ticked by as I tried to figure out
what was going on.
'From my waist up I was
not dry but I wasn't wet either not like my legs were I was head first down my
waist down a hippo's throat. I pushed and I pulled and I wiggled about all to
no avail.
'Then the monster loosened
its grip long enough for me to escape. Bursting to the surface I came face to
face with Evans.
'I remember looking up and
I could see the different hues of green and tyellow I watched my blood mingle
with the water. I wondered what would happen first, if I'd bleed to death or if
I'd drown.'
Luckily for Mr Templer,
one of the the other apprentice guide, Mike, risked his own life to paddle back
and help.
Mr Templer was able to
grab hold of his Kayak and was hauled to the shore. But he was far from out of
danger.
'I made the mistake of
taking a look at myself', he continues. 'My one arm from the elbow up had been
crushed to a pulp and from the elbow down had been stripped of its flesh.
'Then a strange thing
happened; I went incredibly calm and all the pain went away and I knew that it
was my moment of choice. I knew right there and then I could shut my eyes I
could drift off, I could call it a day or I could fight my way through this and
I could stick around.
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