Hard to blog when the internet is sketchy….
Days 2, 3 and 4.
It’s remarkable to see how efficient the camp crew is. Right after our evening showers the crew promptly dismantles them. At breakfast time the tents are broken down. Last to go are the toilets and while we walk, the the rest of camp.
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It’s great fun arriving at a new location each day.
Now early evening game drives have been added to the agenda so showers end in the dark and headlamps guide our course.
One night we stopped to climb a humongous rock with unparalleled views only to find wine and beer waiting for us at the top.
Most likely it’s the acacia tree you think of in the quintessential Kenyan sunset photo with a tree and giraffes. They are often referred as an umbrella tree. However the long thorny bushes that we have been battling are another variety. Weaver nests decorate many like ornaments. We were told that female weaver birds chose the male bird who makes the best nest. The males are known to build many nests to perfect their technique.
The baobab tree is called the upside down tree because their branches look like roots and the tree of life because 80% of their trunks are made of water. Bushmen use it as a source of water during droughts. They are huge and can live up to 1,500 years.
Also dotting the horizon are the might termite hills. This one is approximately 80 years. Part of the process in making a termite hill is to slowly devour a tree.
One could sit forever and watch elephant herds. There is one matriarch who rules the family. She is protective and mean when provoked. Her responsibilities are huge. She is responsible for the herd even down to whom is the best male suitor for the females. The bulls kowtow to her as well knowing she has the authority to kick bulls out of the herd.
Elephants can only see up to 40 feet away and use their trunks to smell danger.
Often times we’d see a lone female with a baby. A sign that the baby can’t keep up with the herd and the protective mama breaks away. The odds of their survival greatly diminishes.
Herds of animals run past us – gazelles, zebras, dik diks and many more that remain nameless in my poor tiny brain.