We enjoyed our stay at the Kilima Safari Camp This was our group’s last ride with Marcus, an excellent guide. He kept his humor at all times. Kilimanjaro came out to say goodbye. One more Kenyan massage And a curio stop. Bob talks it up with the artisans. They think I’m his daughter. This time we arrive with a bubbled tire, instead of a flat. The Kenyan massage can be rough on everything.
The land cruiser rides were bumpy in the wilds. Called a Kenyan massage. https://lightroom.adobe.com/shares/9ba3c93ce0cd4f1a991c26cc06cec85f Here are some zebra https://lightroom.adobe.com/shares/d1014d1588314df698ff383ac74e02d3 I’m with Heidi, our trip leader, and the adventurous Bobbi, who snuck into our cruiser for a morning. We were released from our dusty Kenyan massage in our land cruisers for a glorious respite at a lodge. Beer and views. It seemed Earnest Hemingway would appear any minute. Old painting of a migration, long ago. A chandelier seemingly out of Z Gallery Awesome end to another fabulous day!
Mount Kilimanjaro broods high over Amboseli, usually cloaked in clouds. She is said to be shy. But on our last day she appeared with the little snow that is left at her peak. This area has historically supported both game and the Maasai that kept their herds of cattle here. Thanks to the waters that run off Africa’s greatest mountain, the dry Amboseli is able to support its wildlife. Maasai woman We were gifted with a visit and dancing at a Maasai village and met some of its members. The son of the chief explained some of the dances, first, by their men and then their women. The women build the family huts, which house around six members. We broke into small groups and visited the inside of some of the huts. Their dancing and singing was mesmerizing! https://lightroom.adobe.com/shares/e17d36e7d04343469659c996e8b84e5d Dana jumped in. Whoever jumps the highest gets the most girlfriends. At least that’s what they told us.. . The women got us to join them. No jumping though....
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