Enough of that boring work stuff. Let's get to the goods, complete with a shit-ton of pictures. No zebras were humped during the writing of this entry.
I wish I had a decent camera; I'm doing all this of of my Canon digital cheapass six-year-old camera and my coworker's newer Canon with super-zoom power. Maybe I'll get myself a camera for Christmas.
Next time you go somewhere awesome, can I hide in your suitcase? I won't even complain, I promise. The giraffe shot brings to mind Jurassic Park, for some reason.
You're right about the Jurassic Park thing- it's like the scene early on where they first see the brontosauri wandering around munching on trees. Only this is with giraffes. Which are slightly smaller. And hairier.
Out here, we have what the locals call "carabao", but are "actually" water buffalo.
Everyone looks so relaxed. And, other than the not-road from Hell, it seems to have been a pretty relaxing trip (thus far in the recounting, anyway). Relaxing and awesome. And gorgeous. Also: Kitties.
It was very relaxing. Even the trip with the crazy road was fun. And the animals were all so mellow. Lions just lounging around in the grass. Herd animals grazing. Birds everywhere, colorful and shiny. Well, except the vultures; they were kinda fugly. But still mellow.
Mellow definitely jumps to mind looking at your pictures. It's just life for these guys and not some posed exhibit with faces pressed against the glass, going crazy over their favourite animal like at a zoo. Your safari-tour > play-interaction with mostly-tame animals.
No matter how big or vicious a cat is, baby-talk is always required. Truly.
Exactly. Kitties always deserve to be called kitties, even if they're five hundred pounds worth of kitty. Plus, they do all the same things. We saw one lioness lying in the grass, and then she stood up, walked around in a circle a few times, and lay back down. LAZY KITTY!
My dad has a fabulous story about out houses and lizards. My mum and he had just settled into their remote village in Haiti. The first night he ran screaming like a little girl out of the outhouse, pants around his ankles, when a lizard jumped onto his head whilst he was doing his business. It took months for the natives to stop laughing every time they saw him.
Yeah, see, when you're poopin', that's like diplomatic immunity time right there. All animals have to respect the time-out. Lion wants to eat me, that's fine, that's his right, but wait till I'm done with the poopin'. That's just courtesy.
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I took, over the three days, about a thousand pictures. My poor camera chomped through batteries like a fiend, and I didn't care, because OMG ZEBRAS.
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...I WANNA GOOOOOOO.
Next time you go somewhere awesome, can I hide in your suitcase? I won't even complain, I promise. The giraffe shot brings to mind Jurassic Park, for some reason.
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You're right about the Jurassic Park thing- it's like the scene early on where they first see the brontosauri wandering around munching on trees. Only this is with giraffes. Which are slightly smaller. And hairier.
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Everyone looks so relaxed. And, other than the not-road from Hell, it seems to have been a pretty relaxing trip (thus far in the recounting, anyway). Relaxing and awesome. And gorgeous.
Also: Kitties.
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And, as you said, KITTIES! Big big big kitties.
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No matter how big or vicious a cat is, baby-talk is always required. Truly.
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Wow, all of your pictures are so pretty! Even the little worm thing.
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