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| One year, having inherited some money, it seemed a good idea to go to Africa, on safari, as the Africans term such trips. We flew by way of Heathrow, which was nice, as I got to visit Doreen, my sister in law. The trip was to Kenya and Tanzania with a couple of side trips, to Lake Victoria and Mombasa. I took lots of pictures, failing to note that the close-up lens was in situ. Few of them were usable. We flew to Lake Victoria in a Piper Cub, over the Masai Mara .. it didn’t do a whole lot for my fear of heights, but, we made it. I caught a 98 lb. tilapia which provided food for the whole of a village; I’ve lost the picture, but, there’s the certificate, if I can find it. I put it somewhere safe; hmm, it's so very safe that I can't locate the blasted thing. One night, in Ambroselli, a hippopotamus broke into the compound and the custodians had to shoot it. They're very dangerous and , for some odd reason, tourists tend to regard them as docile. We weren't able to see any of the tree dwelling lions; we did see an huge crocodile ... it was about twenty-five feet and looked thoroughly evil. Serengeti, with its gnus, impalas, dik-diks and zebras was wonderful. I'd never before realised how large the Cape buffalo were; none bother them ... their feared reputation is very well founded. We went to the cradle of mankind; to the Olduvai valley where I did get a very small piece of quartz. It was mysterious and it was easy to imagine Lucy and her fellows. Mombasa was great, as were the Maldives; even although I passed up the chance to scuba dive . It didn't seem worth while to do that in the aids country; the masks were pretty grungy. |
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