By the way, in case you were wondering what happened for the past 10 days, we had no Wi-Fi. Yes no Wi-Fi for 10 days. Even cell service was very remittent, poor or nonexistent. Something Kent is so accustom to. NOT! It was really good for us though. Majority of the African people we saw were much poorer than the US, but very happy. As we shared this thought with one of our children, she responded, “so are you saying Americans are rich and unhappy?” There might be something said for the less you have, the less you need. Or maybe some developed cultures have turned wants into needs. Either way, it has and continues to be a very humbling experience. Can you imagine not checking your email or phones for 10 days? I am curious when we get to our next major airport and count the number of people who are not looking at their cell phone or computer. Enough already, time to get back to the adventure.
The typical day consists of 2 game drives. We get up very early as it is cool and animals are waking up and ready to get a drink. For you lushes, I meant of water:) We then return to camp between noon and 2:PM for siesta.this way we are out of the hot sun during the hot afternoon hours and then back in the Land Rover at 5:PM for a late afternoon drive. One day they did drive us to a picnic all set up with whit linens and champagne, of course under an Acacia tree. In addition one night they drove us to one of their favorite spots to watch the sunset with blankets and pillows laid out for us to relax and enjoy the view. Guess what else they had, yes, champagne. Then off to a night drive. The guides have a large spot light that they shine into the bush to watch for shining eyes. Many animals are nocturnal like hyenas which we did see. After returning back to camp, our guide escorted us to our tent in the bush and zipped us in, again telling us not to come out without radioing him for an escort. It takes a little getting use to someone constantly with you even staring at you while you eat, watching for any signs that we might need more of something.
The next day we headed for the Ngorongoro Crater which is normally a 6 hour drive but Kent and I wanted to see the real cultural (more of the Tanzanian ways). So it ended up being an 8 hour drive on roads made up of sand, rocks or a combination, through the mountains. I (Lynn) hung on for my life most of the way and felt a little nauseated but it was worth it. They call it the African massage as you are constantly being bounced around, however Lynn really called it “shake the shiste out of you (Her mother Dorothy’s words). It’s amazing how primitive it can be. Herders herding sheep, cows, etc. (We think Jameson needs a herder) :-0
KENT $ LYNN’S TRAVELS 