The last few days have been spent rallying around the red dirt roads of Tsarvo East on a 4WD safari goose chase in search of lions and leopards and any other crazy ass African animal we could find. If Lion King songs start streaming into your head the minute you hear the word safari, you’re not far off. It’s insane how names and images and songs from the Disney film flooded our outdoorsy experience even the random Italian ladies who didn’t speak a lick of English were calling out “pumba” to warthogs from across the way. And for the record, Hakuna matata really does mean no worries, which up until today I thought it was some made up Sir Elton John jingley jangle. Anyway, the safari experience is exactly as you’d imagine and unlike anything else, we saw leopards sleeping in trees, elephants wandering too and fro in huge graceful packs, a lion sitting majestically on his perch overlooking his kingdom at dawn, cheetahs catching breakfast (aka gazelle slaughter 😦 ) and herds and herds of zebras, gazelles, antelopes and giraffes too. All of these set to a breath taking African backdrop with huge stormy skies….there’s a reason everyone goes on safaris…they’re pretty cool.
We also visited a Maasai “village” just outside the park, village is in quotes because part of me suspects that it’s a village like Colonial Williamsburg is a real colonial town. Both charge a fortune to come in and give visitors a look at primitive ways, both “villagers” dress in native attire and both are important for preservation and education, the only difference is I doubt the inhabitants of Williamsburg ask visitors to marry them and take them back to America. We were in the village for 15 minutes and I had no less than 12 marriage offers from tribesmen ranging in age from 16 to 35. One gent even said I could be his third wife, which is awesome cause I love sharing….on the bright side, things are looking up for my social life. Not saying the Maasai aren’t for real, they’re actually one of the tribes in Kenya that has managed to preserve their heritage despite opposition along the way from the government and white settlers, it’s just that this village at the gateway of Tsavo felt a little less authentic….just sayin.showing off their skills…..these dudes had some serious vertical leap so they’ve got that going for them.
Here are a few of the ten bajillon photos I snapped from the car..they’re not that good but it’s harder than you’d think to get the shot.