So this is one overdue piece of writing- nevertheless Tanzania it was – a getaway close to my heart until i figure out where my next adventure takes place!
This country beautiful as it may be was a mixture of all sorts for me. With under 2 days to get right to the core- it seemed time wasn’t on my side. The safari was a jumble of memories- some of which i will write on.
This blog might seem somewhat confusing- but maybe that is its very purpose. Some things it seems to me – only make sense much much later!
The safari seemed in its very element to be surrounded amidst picturesque views and dazzling animals. A 6 am safari to the Ngorongoro Crater revealed pleasant surprises in kind. As our guide stopped at the peak of the crater- he enlightened us to a beautiful crater hidden here in the folds of Tanzania. Vast areas of green with a mirror-like lake in the middle. Never mind the chill that made me chatter!
The clouds passed by like cotton candy- not tantalizing to the tongue, yet every bit ecstatic to the smooth of the skin. Did someone say Heaven on Earth?
A journey down this crater revealed a treasure like no other. Not only were we armed with an amazing driver who knew his thing- we also had our very own “self-made” Travel guide-friend – who insisted every hill had this long name that you would forget, and every species had 2 scientific names! Oh the agony! ( I promise you he is worth hiring!)
The beauty about these animals as we discovered lay in the fact that these animals were here naturally. No mankind interference. No planned wildlife- simply natural!! The lions grazed besides the zebra’s. watching ever so carefully – probably yearning for a meal or simply domineering over its area. the zebra’s in every bit graceful- munching away at the lush crater-bed grass.
That is until we notice a huge lion panting 2 metres away from our van. He looked old and his mane tattered- a result of years and years of defending his throne.
His panting got heavier and heavier until it lay in the cool puddle of muddy water- awaiting a mid morning siesta. It felt as though after all his years he had somewhat completed the mission he was sent here for- and he now humbly lay besides us posing as the beauty he once was- showing off a beauty that will always be..
The Rest of the Tanzanian safari was a mixture of culture and some farm life. yes- feeding cows!! So that’s not really your typical safari- but remember the confusion bit? Yes- welcome to my safari!!
We got a feel of the Masai culture- from their Manyatta’s to their clothing- to their culture and rhythms of life.
And that’s where the cows come in. Masai’s are natural cow herders. Its their prized possession. So the little villager side of me came out- alongside this awesome Kano-Boy who just looks like a natural amidst the cows.. and there we were- Moo’ing away with the cows- feeding them and occasionally stepping on fresh Cow dung- Oh boy!! Someday i must own a farm!!!
I must not forget an awesome pot i saw in the Masai Village. It was a brown earthen pot- with a cow skin laced onto it- sitting in a green- almost neon light. I asked my self -just how magical did this look? Many walked past this pot- yet it struck my eye as extraordinary.
It was more like a human. Natural and beautiful covered up in a skin so fine. Sitting so quietly and wisely- was it full of secrets? Or did it hold a deathly secret? I could not tell. I leave you with its image- and ask but of you- how do you judge something so fine?
The rest of the trip was a blur of meals and fine dining. Of dancing away to African beats and running around in the pounding late night rain. Sleep was but limited- trying to squeeze in plenty of sight seeing.
Tanzania was great and a well deserving break. I’m not sure whether you will understand the confusion in my safari. I’m not sure whether you are lost amidst the wildlife and farmlife. Amidst the cultures and serenity of a crater so huge..
However, 3 days later – here i was crossing borders once again- back to a place i call home. My motherland- Kenya. And the confusion seemed to have instantaneously vanished. I’m not sure whether it was my mind sensing a land that had nurtured me – or the simple flurry of activity in our sister country borders. Whatever it was, this was a trip to remember.
One that let my confusion gel together in a fusion of fine memories, each leaving a mark in a haphazard yet defined way.
To the safaris we hold close to our hearts,
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