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Chapter 7 Kenya: The Animal World
Chapter 7 Kenya: The Animal World
In Kenya, you can realize your desire to see the animal world, and you can also realize your desire to get a high salary.Many Chinese companies have moved to Kenya, and Chinese employees are paid in US dollars. If you are not happy in China, you might as well come here!
Let the horses come over, the East African savannah
Pessimists think it's bad now; optimists think it's going to get worse.
The story is always ups and downs, and a wave rises again.As I pressed my fingerprints at the port, I would never have imagined that on the other side of the border, what would greet me would be a dark journey.
"Do you want me to call the brother on the other side and ask him to reserve a seat on the truck for you?" The eldest brother who was squatting at the port doing currency exchange business took a deep breath of his cigarette and pointed skillfully. Ethiopian banknotes taken in hand.
truck?Did he mean the truck? I must have misheard, right?After collecting the brand-new Kenyan notes, I hummed a little tune and walked all the way.East African prairie, let your horse come here!
"The last bus left at 6 am. Please be early tomorrow." The conductor at the long-distance station continued to read her newspaper without looking up.
A basin of cold water was poured over, which made me not recover for a long time.
"If you really want to leave today, here—" the female conductor stretched out her hand and pointed to the large freight truck opposite.
The border is thousands of kilometers away from Nairobi, the capital of Kenya. Is it possible to take a truck to the capital?I was unwilling to ask passers-by again, and it turned out that I had only two choices, to live at the port for a day, or to take a truck now.
Negotiate the price with the driver, climb into the back of the big truck with five or six locals, and sit on dozens of sacks full of goods.The goods were still being delivered to the truck continuously, and the people in the back compartment moved accordingly, looking for a space to sit down.When the back compartment was half full, the truck carried the cargo and us passengers and headed for the capital.
I must admit that during the first hour's drive, I was as happy as a bird flying over the land of East Africa. space.There are herds of camels, cattle and sheep in the grass on both sides of the road from time to time.The warm sunshine caressed the land of Africa, and the grassland wind blew gently. I couldn't help humming the little tune of "today's weather is so sunny and everywhere is beautiful".Such a comfortable truck ride that I'm almost glad I missed the damn bus.
Unexpectedly, since the truck drove into the desert, everything changed suddenly.The beauty of the previous moment is fleeting.There are no roads, no grasslands, just vast deserts and dusty sandy roads.Where the big truck passed by, between the friction between the tires and the sand and stones, countless dust was blown up violently by the violent desert wind, roaring viciously.The compartment was covered with a wind and rain hood, which made the situation worse.Sand and dust were blown straight into the rear compartment with no way out.Every passenger in the back compartment became disfigured and forced to cover their noses and mouths with their hands.The dust particles were floating innocently in the trunk, accumulating more and more, I began to have difficulty breathing, my eyes could not be opened, and the spectacle lenses were covered with dust, as if from Mars.Less than five seconds after wiping it clean by hand, it was covered with a layer of dust again.I wanted to lie on the sack and hide my head from the dust, but I couldn't rest because of the bumps of the dirt road. My whole body hurt from the bumps, and my butt was almost split in two.Occasionally, I tried to open my eyes and squinted a slit, and what I saw was a steady stream of billowing dust rushing towards me, baring its teeth and claws, unscrupulous.
Seven hours passed, and I was almost buried alive in the dust. The color of my clothes and backpack became unrecognizable, my hair was completely matted, and my body was bruised and purple from the impact after the bump.I was still sick the day before, how could I stand this torment, I developed a low-grade fever in the car, and coughed continuously, almost coughing up my lungs.
After dark, the temperature dropped sharply, and the harsh desert wind blew into the rear compartment, hitting my body coldly, but I couldn't find anything to resist it.God, half my life is almost gone.
The road encountered a checkpoint, and the car stopped for inspection.I got up like grabbing a life-saving straw, and asked for help from the driver who came to check the rear compartment.
"Sir... I'm dying... oh... I'm dying..." With those unstoppable coughs, I had to speak very seriously.
The driver looked at this sickly oriental girl in surprise, discussed with the passengers in the cab, and moved me to the front, lying on the small bed in the cab.
The cold wind and sand disappeared, and the world became better again.Although there were many checkpoints along the way, and my passport was checked no less than ten times, I am still grateful to the earth.The low-grade fever subsided, the physical strength quickly recovered, and the vitality surged up again.
I no longer remember what kind of belief I had, with hair like chicken feathers all over the place, wearing clothes so dirty that I couldn't bear to look at it, ignoring the [-]% return rate, walking on the streets of the capital Nairobi with dignity .With my appearance, which is worse than that of a beggar, if I were at home, my parents would probably faint from fright. I have never been so disheartened in my life.Thinking of this, I was suddenly glad that I was in a place I was not familiar with. Only God, me, and these lovely Nairobi people know about such a shameful thing.If there is one more person who knows, I will not admit it even if I am killed!
I can't wait to soak myself in the bathroom and never come out again.The water from washing the hair is yellow, and there is still sand after washing it four times; the water is still black after washing the clothes four times.When I got out of the shower and looked at my smooth arms, I felt like I had changed from black to white.
Tickets were cheated, fever at the border, buried alive in dust in Nairobi, the road into the prairie is like a history of blood and tears.But, everything finally survived.
Nairobi, small taste
The Kenyan girl Jonz watched me take out Laoganma sauce, fine vermicelli, Fuling mustard greens, and eight-treasure porridge from the plastic bag like a treasure, and her eyes almost fell out.Let me explain in advance that after arriving in Nairobi by car, I stayed in a hotel for a few days, and then stayed at Jon's house.
During the few days of staying at Jonce's house, I gradually got to know Nairobi well.No, today I found Nairobi's China Town and bought some authentic Chinese food, all of which are the long-lost home flavors.The price is almost three times that of the domestic ones. It is so expensive that you can only eat it once in a while. Just treat your cravings for Chinese food.
The 25-year-old Jons is a plump and beautiful girl. Unexpectedly, she is married and divorced, and she has a 3-year-old daughter living in Jons' mother's house.Jons' current boyfriend is a married man from another African country.
"Polygamy is allowed in their country, and I know his wife too." Jons seemed confident.
Jons is an office worker in the capital. He dresses up beautifully and goes to work in the digital city every day, from nine to five.Digital City is a place where Chinese businessmen gather. Many Chinese people do business there and sell Made In China's digital products.In Africa, most people use Chinese copycat mobile phones, which are cheap and easy to use.Even in a big city like Nairobi, Chinese mobile phones account for half of the country.As for iPhones?They are only found in the hands of foreign tourists visiting Kenya on holiday.
"The whole world is using Chinese mobile phones, but Chinese people don't like to use Chinese mobile phones. You only like to use Iphones. It seems as if you would be ashamed if you don't have an Iphone. Chinese young people are full of Iphones." Jones played with his hands attentively The Chinese mobile phone in the phone, talking without looking up.
Probably because he has dealt with Chinese businessmen a lot, Joynes knows more about China than I imagined.
Looking at Jons's dense braids, I couldn't help thinking about it.A full head of fine braids is the most common hairstyle for black women, a type of dreadlocks. Since I entered sub-Saharan Africa and saw more and more dreadlocks, I have always had a question in my mind: how should they wash your hair.Jons gave me a straightforward answer: no washing.A fine twist flower can last for about a month. It can only be washed after being removed, and it takes two hours to weave it after washing.The result is a line of products that help keep you clean, and the market is always in demand.
Nairobi is known as the "Little Paris of East Africa".The construction of the city center is impressive and quite "international".The colorful buildings make this city full of vigor and vitality. However, walking to the outskirts of the city for a while, there are hundreds of slums crowded in a depression.The prices of daily necessities tend to be higher than those in China. If you want to save money in Nairobi, you don't have to worry about it.
After staying in a non-English-speaking country for a long time, when I came to an English-speaking country, the communication was smooth and smooth.Kenya was once a British colony, and the official language is still English.Television and radio are mostly in English.All the newspapers on the street are in English, and the locals told me that only one or two newspapers use the local language—Swahili.At school, the textbooks are in English, and the teachers teach in English. Are there any lessons in Swahili?Yes, that is the Swahili class.This is a country with a very high penetration rate of English, and the English level of any middle school student is better than mine.English is an essential skill for survival in Kenya.
Perhaps the English-speaking nation has been more influenced by China these days.A Kenyan high school teacher told me that China has brought the concept of "24-hour economy" into Kenya.At present, most of the engineering projects in African countries are bid and constructed by Chinese companies, while Chinese companies build roads and houses are running 24 hours a day without stopping, at an extremely fast speed.This is a very impactful thing in Kenya. The concept of high-speed construction at night has never existed in Kenya. Until Chinese companies entered Africa in a large scale, everything was quietly changing.
ferocious animal world
Long journeys have sharpened my sixth sense.
Eating in a small restaurant, the waiter charged me 300 shillings at the checkout. My sixth sense sent out a signal. After some theory, I found that the local price should be 200 shillings. The waiter had to compromise obediently; from Nairobi to Talek , when taking a Matatu (a local long-distance bus, usually a van), the conductor asked for 700 shillings. My sixth sense sent out a signal again, and asked the passengers in the car about the fare, and learned that the local price should be It was 450 shillings, and the conductor had no choice but to compromise.
Most Kenyan mates are equipped with big, bullish stereos. When the moto is turned on, the music is so loud that it shakes me to the core and makes my heart beat wildly.Carrying the risk of heart disease, I bumped all the way to Talek, a remote village without electricity, just to have a Safari in Masai Mara.
Safari, or hunting trip, is the first Swahili word known to the world.In the dark days of yore, this natural wonderland was the haven of slave traders and hunters who shot down big game.Now, 99% of foreign tourists come for the wildlife paradise of Masai Mara National Park.In summer, this is the place where the world-renowned animal migration takes place.Tourists mostly choose to sign up for tour groups in Nairobi, the price is astonishingly high, and the tour group fee for three days is as high as 300 US dollars.I took a Mata from Nairobi to Talek Village at the gate of the Masai Mara, found a local driver, and rented a jeep for $50—with a driver and a guide.That car can accommodate five tourists, but unfortunately the peak season is over, and I am the only tourist in the whole village, so I had the luxury of enjoying a big jeep to get in touch with the animals on the East African prairie.It's a pity that there is no companion to share the fare, but anyway, it is much more affordable than a tour group.
6:9 to 15:18 in the morning and [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon are when the animals come out to look for food, which is the best time to watch.Lions, giraffes, zebras, wildebeests, hippos, baboons, ostriches, antelopes, wild boars, buffaloes, and deer took turns swinging around me.I have met lions three times. The closest time, they were only five steps away from me, so close that my little heart was pounding, as if a lion's jump would directly knock me down.The door of the jeep was wide open, and two lions were quietly eating a delicious wildebeest in front of my eyes, eating a large piece of breast meat until only the skeleton remained.Such a short distance has to make me think about another question, why the guides are so relieved to open the car door, are they not afraid that a lion five steps away will fly and eat the people in the car?Perhaps, the lions are used to seeing jeeps, and dismiss these stupid humans—humans, how can a wildebeest be delicious?
Meeting the lion for the third time is a family portrait.The male lion is lying handsomely on the grassland, his mighty mane exuding the air of a king. 20 meters away is a lioness taking a peaceful nap, and two cubs are playing and playing beside the lioness.The little one in the distance...is actually a wild boar.Isn't this a modern version of The Lion King?Mufasa, Sarabi, Simba, Nana, Pumbaa... where is Timon?
To say my favorite is the giraffe!Those cute eyes stared at me innocently, chewing some grass in his mouth as if nothing had happened, and moved lazily.Hippos snort and put on a fountain show in the Mara River, baboons play on the other side of the river, peeping at the hippos taking a bath; the dazzling black and white stripes of zebras make them the most easily spotted animals in Masai Mara.Hundreds of wildebeest gathered together, forming a black mass, covering the horizon.Roughly estimated, there are at least [-] heads.
I have only seen such a spectacular scene in "Animal World".I thought they would never have any intersection with me in this life, but I didn’t expect that one day they would actually appear in front of my eyes. Sitting in the jeep, I became a passer-by in the lives of these animals.Isn't it the charm of travel to turn all kinds of impossibilities into possibilities?
However, the shrewd driver is thinking about how to earn more money from this little foreigner's wallet.Back in the village, the driver found a person who claimed to be a certain official of the Masai Mara National Park. He asked the driver to pay a huge fine on the grounds that the driver took me on a jeep expedition and violated a certain regulation; With the driver brother, I, the passenger, will pay tens of dollars and will not pursue it.The two played the sympathy card and staged a scene of bitterness together, thinking that the young girl would be soft-hearted and pay the driver to relieve the driver.As everyone knows, I have already become a master after experiencing countless deceptions along the way.I knew in my heart that this person was by no means an officer, but just a friend of the driver, and the theory of a huge fine was even more false.Soldiers came to block them, water came to cover them, I moved out of my posture, and asked the two of them back with confidence.A few rhetorical questions left the "chief officer" contradictory and speechless.Seeing his embarrassing appearance of being unable to justify himself, I was also quite relieved.A scam, let it go.
I have always firmly believed in a truth, God makes you grow, and you will be able to experience hundreds of battles.
Seeing the ferocious animals disappearing before my eyes one by one, I took out the high school geography atlas that was almost falling apart, and started researching the route with satisfaction.To the west is Uganda, and to the south is Tanzania. I decided to put Tanzania, the big country, as the last stop among the five East African countries, and go west first.Although you have to miss Mombasa, the famous port city in Kenya, travel will never be perfect and you will always have regrets. Rather than caring about what you missed, maybe you should care more about what you have gained, what do you think?
(End of this chapter)
In Kenya, you can realize your desire to see the animal world, and you can also realize your desire to get a high salary.Many Chinese companies have moved to Kenya, and Chinese employees are paid in US dollars. If you are not happy in China, you might as well come here!
Let the horses come over, the East African savannah
Pessimists think it's bad now; optimists think it's going to get worse.
The story is always ups and downs, and a wave rises again.As I pressed my fingerprints at the port, I would never have imagined that on the other side of the border, what would greet me would be a dark journey.
"Do you want me to call the brother on the other side and ask him to reserve a seat on the truck for you?" The eldest brother who was squatting at the port doing currency exchange business took a deep breath of his cigarette and pointed skillfully. Ethiopian banknotes taken in hand.
truck?Did he mean the truck? I must have misheard, right?After collecting the brand-new Kenyan notes, I hummed a little tune and walked all the way.East African prairie, let your horse come here!
"The last bus left at 6 am. Please be early tomorrow." The conductor at the long-distance station continued to read her newspaper without looking up.
A basin of cold water was poured over, which made me not recover for a long time.
"If you really want to leave today, here—" the female conductor stretched out her hand and pointed to the large freight truck opposite.
The border is thousands of kilometers away from Nairobi, the capital of Kenya. Is it possible to take a truck to the capital?I was unwilling to ask passers-by again, and it turned out that I had only two choices, to live at the port for a day, or to take a truck now.
Negotiate the price with the driver, climb into the back of the big truck with five or six locals, and sit on dozens of sacks full of goods.The goods were still being delivered to the truck continuously, and the people in the back compartment moved accordingly, looking for a space to sit down.When the back compartment was half full, the truck carried the cargo and us passengers and headed for the capital.
I must admit that during the first hour's drive, I was as happy as a bird flying over the land of East Africa. space.There are herds of camels, cattle and sheep in the grass on both sides of the road from time to time.The warm sunshine caressed the land of Africa, and the grassland wind blew gently. I couldn't help humming the little tune of "today's weather is so sunny and everywhere is beautiful".Such a comfortable truck ride that I'm almost glad I missed the damn bus.
Unexpectedly, since the truck drove into the desert, everything changed suddenly.The beauty of the previous moment is fleeting.There are no roads, no grasslands, just vast deserts and dusty sandy roads.Where the big truck passed by, between the friction between the tires and the sand and stones, countless dust was blown up violently by the violent desert wind, roaring viciously.The compartment was covered with a wind and rain hood, which made the situation worse.Sand and dust were blown straight into the rear compartment with no way out.Every passenger in the back compartment became disfigured and forced to cover their noses and mouths with their hands.The dust particles were floating innocently in the trunk, accumulating more and more, I began to have difficulty breathing, my eyes could not be opened, and the spectacle lenses were covered with dust, as if from Mars.Less than five seconds after wiping it clean by hand, it was covered with a layer of dust again.I wanted to lie on the sack and hide my head from the dust, but I couldn't rest because of the bumps of the dirt road. My whole body hurt from the bumps, and my butt was almost split in two.Occasionally, I tried to open my eyes and squinted a slit, and what I saw was a steady stream of billowing dust rushing towards me, baring its teeth and claws, unscrupulous.
Seven hours passed, and I was almost buried alive in the dust. The color of my clothes and backpack became unrecognizable, my hair was completely matted, and my body was bruised and purple from the impact after the bump.I was still sick the day before, how could I stand this torment, I developed a low-grade fever in the car, and coughed continuously, almost coughing up my lungs.
After dark, the temperature dropped sharply, and the harsh desert wind blew into the rear compartment, hitting my body coldly, but I couldn't find anything to resist it.God, half my life is almost gone.
The road encountered a checkpoint, and the car stopped for inspection.I got up like grabbing a life-saving straw, and asked for help from the driver who came to check the rear compartment.
"Sir... I'm dying... oh... I'm dying..." With those unstoppable coughs, I had to speak very seriously.
The driver looked at this sickly oriental girl in surprise, discussed with the passengers in the cab, and moved me to the front, lying on the small bed in the cab.
The cold wind and sand disappeared, and the world became better again.Although there were many checkpoints along the way, and my passport was checked no less than ten times, I am still grateful to the earth.The low-grade fever subsided, the physical strength quickly recovered, and the vitality surged up again.
I no longer remember what kind of belief I had, with hair like chicken feathers all over the place, wearing clothes so dirty that I couldn't bear to look at it, ignoring the [-]% return rate, walking on the streets of the capital Nairobi with dignity .With my appearance, which is worse than that of a beggar, if I were at home, my parents would probably faint from fright. I have never been so disheartened in my life.Thinking of this, I was suddenly glad that I was in a place I was not familiar with. Only God, me, and these lovely Nairobi people know about such a shameful thing.If there is one more person who knows, I will not admit it even if I am killed!
I can't wait to soak myself in the bathroom and never come out again.The water from washing the hair is yellow, and there is still sand after washing it four times; the water is still black after washing the clothes four times.When I got out of the shower and looked at my smooth arms, I felt like I had changed from black to white.
Tickets were cheated, fever at the border, buried alive in dust in Nairobi, the road into the prairie is like a history of blood and tears.But, everything finally survived.
Nairobi, small taste
The Kenyan girl Jonz watched me take out Laoganma sauce, fine vermicelli, Fuling mustard greens, and eight-treasure porridge from the plastic bag like a treasure, and her eyes almost fell out.Let me explain in advance that after arriving in Nairobi by car, I stayed in a hotel for a few days, and then stayed at Jon's house.
During the few days of staying at Jonce's house, I gradually got to know Nairobi well.No, today I found Nairobi's China Town and bought some authentic Chinese food, all of which are the long-lost home flavors.The price is almost three times that of the domestic ones. It is so expensive that you can only eat it once in a while. Just treat your cravings for Chinese food.
The 25-year-old Jons is a plump and beautiful girl. Unexpectedly, she is married and divorced, and she has a 3-year-old daughter living in Jons' mother's house.Jons' current boyfriend is a married man from another African country.
"Polygamy is allowed in their country, and I know his wife too." Jons seemed confident.
Jons is an office worker in the capital. He dresses up beautifully and goes to work in the digital city every day, from nine to five.Digital City is a place where Chinese businessmen gather. Many Chinese people do business there and sell Made In China's digital products.In Africa, most people use Chinese copycat mobile phones, which are cheap and easy to use.Even in a big city like Nairobi, Chinese mobile phones account for half of the country.As for iPhones?They are only found in the hands of foreign tourists visiting Kenya on holiday.
"The whole world is using Chinese mobile phones, but Chinese people don't like to use Chinese mobile phones. You only like to use Iphones. It seems as if you would be ashamed if you don't have an Iphone. Chinese young people are full of Iphones." Jones played with his hands attentively The Chinese mobile phone in the phone, talking without looking up.
Probably because he has dealt with Chinese businessmen a lot, Joynes knows more about China than I imagined.
Looking at Jons's dense braids, I couldn't help thinking about it.A full head of fine braids is the most common hairstyle for black women, a type of dreadlocks. Since I entered sub-Saharan Africa and saw more and more dreadlocks, I have always had a question in my mind: how should they wash your hair.Jons gave me a straightforward answer: no washing.A fine twist flower can last for about a month. It can only be washed after being removed, and it takes two hours to weave it after washing.The result is a line of products that help keep you clean, and the market is always in demand.
Nairobi is known as the "Little Paris of East Africa".The construction of the city center is impressive and quite "international".The colorful buildings make this city full of vigor and vitality. However, walking to the outskirts of the city for a while, there are hundreds of slums crowded in a depression.The prices of daily necessities tend to be higher than those in China. If you want to save money in Nairobi, you don't have to worry about it.
After staying in a non-English-speaking country for a long time, when I came to an English-speaking country, the communication was smooth and smooth.Kenya was once a British colony, and the official language is still English.Television and radio are mostly in English.All the newspapers on the street are in English, and the locals told me that only one or two newspapers use the local language—Swahili.At school, the textbooks are in English, and the teachers teach in English. Are there any lessons in Swahili?Yes, that is the Swahili class.This is a country with a very high penetration rate of English, and the English level of any middle school student is better than mine.English is an essential skill for survival in Kenya.
Perhaps the English-speaking nation has been more influenced by China these days.A Kenyan high school teacher told me that China has brought the concept of "24-hour economy" into Kenya.At present, most of the engineering projects in African countries are bid and constructed by Chinese companies, while Chinese companies build roads and houses are running 24 hours a day without stopping, at an extremely fast speed.This is a very impactful thing in Kenya. The concept of high-speed construction at night has never existed in Kenya. Until Chinese companies entered Africa in a large scale, everything was quietly changing.
ferocious animal world
Long journeys have sharpened my sixth sense.
Eating in a small restaurant, the waiter charged me 300 shillings at the checkout. My sixth sense sent out a signal. After some theory, I found that the local price should be 200 shillings. The waiter had to compromise obediently; from Nairobi to Talek , when taking a Matatu (a local long-distance bus, usually a van), the conductor asked for 700 shillings. My sixth sense sent out a signal again, and asked the passengers in the car about the fare, and learned that the local price should be It was 450 shillings, and the conductor had no choice but to compromise.
Most Kenyan mates are equipped with big, bullish stereos. When the moto is turned on, the music is so loud that it shakes me to the core and makes my heart beat wildly.Carrying the risk of heart disease, I bumped all the way to Talek, a remote village without electricity, just to have a Safari in Masai Mara.
Safari, or hunting trip, is the first Swahili word known to the world.In the dark days of yore, this natural wonderland was the haven of slave traders and hunters who shot down big game.Now, 99% of foreign tourists come for the wildlife paradise of Masai Mara National Park.In summer, this is the place where the world-renowned animal migration takes place.Tourists mostly choose to sign up for tour groups in Nairobi, the price is astonishingly high, and the tour group fee for three days is as high as 300 US dollars.I took a Mata from Nairobi to Talek Village at the gate of the Masai Mara, found a local driver, and rented a jeep for $50—with a driver and a guide.That car can accommodate five tourists, but unfortunately the peak season is over, and I am the only tourist in the whole village, so I had the luxury of enjoying a big jeep to get in touch with the animals on the East African prairie.It's a pity that there is no companion to share the fare, but anyway, it is much more affordable than a tour group.
6:9 to 15:18 in the morning and [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon are when the animals come out to look for food, which is the best time to watch.Lions, giraffes, zebras, wildebeests, hippos, baboons, ostriches, antelopes, wild boars, buffaloes, and deer took turns swinging around me.I have met lions three times. The closest time, they were only five steps away from me, so close that my little heart was pounding, as if a lion's jump would directly knock me down.The door of the jeep was wide open, and two lions were quietly eating a delicious wildebeest in front of my eyes, eating a large piece of breast meat until only the skeleton remained.Such a short distance has to make me think about another question, why the guides are so relieved to open the car door, are they not afraid that a lion five steps away will fly and eat the people in the car?Perhaps, the lions are used to seeing jeeps, and dismiss these stupid humans—humans, how can a wildebeest be delicious?
Meeting the lion for the third time is a family portrait.The male lion is lying handsomely on the grassland, his mighty mane exuding the air of a king. 20 meters away is a lioness taking a peaceful nap, and two cubs are playing and playing beside the lioness.The little one in the distance...is actually a wild boar.Isn't this a modern version of The Lion King?Mufasa, Sarabi, Simba, Nana, Pumbaa... where is Timon?
To say my favorite is the giraffe!Those cute eyes stared at me innocently, chewing some grass in his mouth as if nothing had happened, and moved lazily.Hippos snort and put on a fountain show in the Mara River, baboons play on the other side of the river, peeping at the hippos taking a bath; the dazzling black and white stripes of zebras make them the most easily spotted animals in Masai Mara.Hundreds of wildebeest gathered together, forming a black mass, covering the horizon.Roughly estimated, there are at least [-] heads.
I have only seen such a spectacular scene in "Animal World".I thought they would never have any intersection with me in this life, but I didn’t expect that one day they would actually appear in front of my eyes. Sitting in the jeep, I became a passer-by in the lives of these animals.Isn't it the charm of travel to turn all kinds of impossibilities into possibilities?
However, the shrewd driver is thinking about how to earn more money from this little foreigner's wallet.Back in the village, the driver found a person who claimed to be a certain official of the Masai Mara National Park. He asked the driver to pay a huge fine on the grounds that the driver took me on a jeep expedition and violated a certain regulation; With the driver brother, I, the passenger, will pay tens of dollars and will not pursue it.The two played the sympathy card and staged a scene of bitterness together, thinking that the young girl would be soft-hearted and pay the driver to relieve the driver.As everyone knows, I have already become a master after experiencing countless deceptions along the way.I knew in my heart that this person was by no means an officer, but just a friend of the driver, and the theory of a huge fine was even more false.Soldiers came to block them, water came to cover them, I moved out of my posture, and asked the two of them back with confidence.A few rhetorical questions left the "chief officer" contradictory and speechless.Seeing his embarrassing appearance of being unable to justify himself, I was also quite relieved.A scam, let it go.
I have always firmly believed in a truth, God makes you grow, and you will be able to experience hundreds of battles.
Seeing the ferocious animals disappearing before my eyes one by one, I took out the high school geography atlas that was almost falling apart, and started researching the route with satisfaction.To the west is Uganda, and to the south is Tanzania. I decided to put Tanzania, the big country, as the last stop among the five East African countries, and go west first.Although you have to miss Mombasa, the famous port city in Kenya, travel will never be perfect and you will always have regrets. Rather than caring about what you missed, maybe you should care more about what you have gained, what do you think?
(End of this chapter)
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The poisonous woman is frivolous, please be gentle with me, Your Highness.
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