Hello from Africa! I’m back in civilization for a brief moment and thought I would give you a quick update from our last trip to Kenya’s National park and Sheldrick’s Wild Life Trust.
Africa is wonderful.
Africa is God’s zoo. To be so close to so many animals really gives you an appreciation of nature and the wild. For once, me and my husband have ditched our professional cameras and carry only our IPhones. But instead took more pleasure in watching the animals, birds with our view finders’ zooms. Much better. I particularly loved keeping silent without the ‘click’ of the camera. It’s hard not to take photos. The landscape here is primal.
A ‘Nyati’ water buffalo, stopped short by the road and looked at us for a while. A tacit understanding between man and animal … you go your way and I go mine. For an animal, which would usually charge, we had a peaceful parting. Behind was visible a big rock like mound, a white rhino. Compared to all the other places I’ve visited in the world, Africa seems untouched. Animals roam freely, and for miles upon miles, you see few signs of humans as you barrel down unkept dirt roads. Once in a while, you pass people walking along the road and wonder, as you notice the emptiness around you, “where on Earth they could be going?” However, at the back of my mind, was the question, about why man is killing those peaceful and majestic animals? They walk for miles for food and water. Life is not easy in the wild.
Each sunset and sunrise only gets better with each passing day. I’ve never seen so many vivid colors in one place. Taking our morning cuppa looking at the hundreds of antilopes, elans, ostriches, gazelles, buffaloes, and birds waking to the working worked like a balm to our long urbanised dry selves.
This trip has given me a lot to think about, and while I’ll save those deep thoughts for another post.
I like beds, pillows, and other creature comforts. And we had the opportunity of staying in a place right in the national park, a set of african huts with swimming pool, internet, and a kitchen! We would go to the nearest town and get some fruits and bread, and we had our dinners under the heavily starred sky each night, sleeping afterwards with the hyanaes, crickets, and a couple of roars in the distance. Did big Simba come to drink by the river ?
But here in Africa, I have to worry about black mambas, scorpions, baboons, and being eaten by hyenas if I decide to get out in the middle of the night. The keeper assured me that there was no snake, but you never know. If a giraffe or a buffalo can come wandering in the garden eating the bougainvillea, why not a snake entering by the window sniffing my coconut soap?
After all, this is Africa.