Let’s Go Tanzania …
Crossing over to Tanzania would be yet another long journey on our bus but of course with us travelling to over seven East and South African countries that can be expected. Many of the borders that we’ve crossed thus far provide a very different and almost immediate change so even if there were no border you’d likely know you were somewhere else entirely anyway. Leaving Kenya we left behind nearly any sense of greenery that was replaced with miles and miles of dust and brush. Both Stijn and I felt like we had been mysteriously transported to Iraq or Afghanistan or somewhere equally desert-like but none the less quite beautiful if even for its stark contrast to many of the places we’ve been previously.
literally camped beside it was time for some local food. The local women prepared what looked to be lovely roasted goat on a barbecue spit for the meat eaters and I enjoyed some amazing vegetables and salad with rice. It’s been quite nice trying so much of the local food as often as we can even if mine is only three quarters of the usual meal!
We saw many other amazing animals as well but the cats were the most amazing as they are harder to spot. The heard animals are literally everywhere in the park and while we were hoping to see a kill we weren’t disappointed by just how amazing and wild everything that we did see was!
Our evenings were spent in a wild camp inside the park without fences and amongst the hyenas, elephants and buffalo… or at least that’s what we saw. We listened to the sounds of lions and hyenas and other animals but we were never really sure just how close they were. Apparently lions and other predators pass through the camp quite regularly and our guide regaled us with a stories of freaked out campers and one when one of his groups was sitting around the fire and the lions came within mere feet of the group before carrying on. One lady apparently wet herself and I think I would have done the same if that had been our experience but luckily we only had a few hyena’s and other animals come into camp to check us out while we were in our tents and relatively safe and even managed to have some amazing sleeps!
The next morning we were up early and made our way down the steep road into the crater. The Ngorogoro Crater was formed millions of years ago when the volcano imploded on itself and the vast crater floor dropped and a very special ecosystem was created. The crater itself is 400 square kilometers and while most animals are able to get in very few are able to get back out causing very shallow gene pools and concern for some of the animals long term well- being. None the less we were able to see more amazing animals up close including our first hippo that was out of the water. Because of the altitude of the mountain, even the crater is much cooler than the plains of the nearby Serengeti which means the hippos don’t have to hide from the sun as much and are therefore much more active. It was really neat to be able to see them grazing on land which they normally only do in the early morning or late evening.
After yet another day of sunshine the following evening we were signed up for a booze cruise on the other side of the island to watch the sunset and of course have a few drinks. Sadly Stijn was a bit under the weather and wasn’t able to make it this time but he enjoyed a quiet evening and even managed to get a pretty good internet connection so I think he was pretty happy. Similar to the first cruise that we did on the Nile we had a beautiful boat but unlike the first time around there was no food and the drinks were far too strong or at least they were for a lot of the much younger tour members and before I knew it there was tears, vomit and the usual debauchery that seems to find 19 to early 20 somethings! It proved to be fairly entertaining none the less and everyone was in bed before 9 p.m. once we arrived back at the resort!
This morning surprisingly everyone was feeling pretty good and after a nice breakfast we all packed up and took the bus into Stone Town, named after Livingston who almost single handedly brought down the slave trade in Zanzibar and in effect most of Africa as this island was the last stop for slaves before they were sold off and shipped to the rest of the world. There is still a lot of evidence of the torture and disturbing conditions that these people were made to endure in the dungeons and memorials that litter this tiny island city.
Tomorrow morning we will once again board a ferry back to mainland Tanzania and make our way over the next few days to Malawi. Unfortunately late last night a ferry carrying over 700 locals to one of the other islands sunk and we were saddened to hear that over 350 are still missing and this morning over 150 people were confirmed dead. It is yet another reminder of how difficult life can be for the people of Africa and just how different the standards for locals and tourists are. While we easily sail from island to island on proper high speed ferries with no more than 200 or so people, this particular boat was stuffed to the brim with more than double its capacity and as a result hundreds of people have lost their lives. This is a constant message in Africa and it is quite difficult to see just how hard life can be for the have-nots of this continent.
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