The zebras, the giraffe, the buffaloes, you’ve seen them all as they are everywhere. But the real thing is hiding. It’s getting a bit dark already and the dirt roads all look scary similar, and you wish you had a compass as you don’t remember whether the sun goes down east or west anymore and which way you came from. Then all of a sudden you scream “stop” because you see a big cat. Your handsome driver aka boyfriend hits the breaks and slowly you approach the cat till you get close and your face looks like this:
A safari is one of my new favorite things. Together with chocolate pies that are still melted inside. But what happens when you have a flat tire in the park and there are cheetahs, lions and leopards around? And not a single soul with a gun? And what if you have to pee? Although for that one I know now it's possible to just do it really quickly in the open field.
Camping in a national park is fun as well. But what to do when there are aggressive rhinos, hippos and crocodiles sniffing around your little tent? And I surely have to pee at least once every night. Thank God for the Masai warrior you can hire to guard your tent all night with a spear. He looks a bit weird with his earlobes stretched to his shoulders because of piercings and jewelery. But he does the job and did not fall asleep. Interesting people by the way, with their diet of milk and cattle blood.
Anyhow, we’re out of romantic East Africa, safe and sound, with all our hands and feet still attached to our bodies. Next trip will be Enschede for Christmas.
