After rising like Olympus, it seemed only appropriate to go on safari in the Serengeti, if for no other reason than the two appear in the same line of a Toto song.
We gave a big, "Karibu!" to Becca, one of my best friends from undergrad, who flew in the night we finished Kili to join us for the animal portion of the trip. We welcomed her and her new conversation topics with open arms and ears.
Our other new face was our safari guide, Goddy. Goddy = our shortened version of Godwin. We couldn't bring ourselves to call him God.
Other than the time he stole a neglected tire from the side of the road, put it on the roof of a vehicle and received a scolding from Kaylan for a hypothetical tire-through-the-windshield scenario, Goddy was good to us. We saw nearly every animal there was to see - and an iNcReDiBle sunset - before we even went on our first official game drive.
We were (unknowingly) there for the zebra and wildebeest migration, much to Kaylan's striped delight. Matt's fondness was for the hyenas, which the girls disapproved of vehemently and unanimously (Kaylan tried to make him change his favorite). Becca had a much more lovable pick - the Serengeti's Simbas and Nalas.
Mufasa, Sarabi and the rest of the gang were all there, too.
Not that I saw most of this. I couldn't stay awake. With a nap nap here and a nap nap there, here a nap, there a nap, everywhere a nap nap... Not peaceful, curled-in-a-ball, snugged-under-covers, pillow-underhead, fan-blowing-gently kind of naps, but rugged, bounding-over-bumps, sun-beating-through the roof, head-bashing-into-a-metal-bar kind of naps. The kind that only the most serious of nappers achieve.
I'd say that's pretty serious.
In other slumber news, after a week of sleeping on rocks, we opted for the comfort of a proper lodge. While there weren't any boulders under our backs, per se, our mattresses were, in fact, hard as rocks. This was not as much a problem for myself as it was for the others. Our time not sleeping at Seronera Wildlife Lodge was spent eating buffet breakfast, lunches and dinners, hoping for hot water, swimming in the naturally man made rock pool and searching for the non-existent sauna, gym and boutique that the signs prematurely boasted. Future Seronera stayers - beware the python that inhabits their grounds.
Kay and Matt dorkily donned safari hats and couldn't put the binocs down for a second. Becca and I, however, in our 'Cuse and KIPP DC tees, were the epitome of cool.
Many (many) more pictures, in some of which we look slightly less ridiculous.
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Incredible for sure! Love your literary renditions of the trip.
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