After overcoming the stress associated with the murderous screaming that woke me not once but three times in my fist night in Africa, I started to venture out with my sister Sue and niece Kaila. Our early trips took us to such exotic locales as the local supermarket, cafe, Sue's workshop, Kaila's house and workplace, Haru Sushi restaurant, and the Talisman bar. All the while, I've been introduced to those whom I had only known by name or story to this point. So nice to finally put faces to names.
Our first real adventure involved a trip to the Nairobi Giraffe Centre - just minutes from Kaila's house. Fork over a bit of cash and you can feed a giraffe. So that's what we did:
My niece Kaila and her boyfriend Shawn and a giraffe:
The giraffes also have warthogs to keep them company:
While friendly, none of the African animals I've encountered in my journey to this point are nearly as talkative or as personable as the animated films would have you believe.
While friendly, none of the African animals I've encountered in my journey to this point are nearly as talkative or as personable as the animated films would have you believe.
Um, allow me to speak for the group when I say that your banter, thoughts and condescending remarks on society in general are C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E-L-Y entertaining. Now be sure that this gap in posts doesn't happen again.
ReplyDeleteGlad you arrived in one piece Fusc. Your downy-soft urban sensibilities are about to take a pounding. Start with a few Tuskers though and you'll be fine.
ReplyDeleteWhat??? Our pal Matthew agreeing (apparently happily so) to rest his bones in a tent? With no big screen, espresso maker or indoor plumbing in sight?? Surely the apocalypse cannot be far from striking us all dead. I will start the betting pool tomorrow on how long this absurd situation will be allowed to exist!!!
ReplyDeleteLayoff the Amarula Fusco, you don't want to be hungover in that tent.
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