At breakfast, told to stay away from the north part of Mpala, as there is an injured and dangerous elephant. KWS’s attempts to put it down (i.e. firing a few rounds) only resulted of one really pissed off ele. In the morning set some more bags with Barnard, by afternoon he hears on radio that the ele is dead. Meet up with friend for ride back to station, she takes picture of some rockin Acacia wound sap. At lunch hear stories of the ele being ‘processed’ (tusks to gov’t, meat to villagers) with an axe. Later that afternoon try to see it shortly after it starts to rain. The rain’s wet just the surface of the road – it’s slick enough to cause us to spin in a 180, but after we stop we’re covered in a plume of dust. We decide it’s probably best to head back.