For me it is the giraffe which represent true, wild Africa . . . That, and of course the twelve elephants we saw out our backdoor at camp . . . not in a preserve, not a park, but in the wild, in our backyard . . . spectacular!
A pride of what grew before our very eyes to be ten lions captivated us for almost two hours . . . and rested less than sixty feet from our car . . . Did you know that the stripes of a baby zebra are brown and that a herd can take over an hour to cross in front of your gari (car)? And gazing down into the crater itself? BREATHTAKING!!!!!!!!
|Twelve elephants grazing in our backyard . . . WOW!|
|Katy spotted the only elephant we saw in the crater . . . the rest were waiting for us at home!|
|TWO ANGRY HIPPOS . . .|
|Katy, Bibi Pat, myself and Mathilde - a safari we will never forget!|
|The pride is startled by a roar from Baba Kubwa Hasira . . . Angry Big Daddy!|
|And the cubs distance themselves from an angry patriarch . . .|
|An interloper is frightened away and things settle again . . . final count TEN lions!|
|And those? Ostrich butts . . . yup, ostrich!!|
|And nature's circle closes with the remains of an elephant . . .|