I have found after many safaris that the concerns and worries about snakes will disappear after your feet hit the ground in Africa. It is like going through a sketchy part of town. When nothing happens, you tend to forget. That does not mean throw caution to the wind. I have been fortunate to see a great many snakes, as opposed to unfortunate and not see but feel. There is something eerily awe inspiring about coming face to face with that thing you so dreaded. Whether mamba, adder, boom slang or cobra, I just found myself observing the snake, and the replaying in my mind what had just happened. I just learned to listen for a frantic native tracker scream of “nyoka” and then heighten my awareness because they hate snakes worse than I do.