Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Moving Northward Toward Sweetwaters Tented Camp


We left Amboseli on the same dusty, washboard road that we entered.  It was Sunday and we thought the traffic would be lighter and fewer trucks, but that didn't seem to be the case.  It became a long day as we worked our way through Nairobi and on northward.  It isn't long before we can tell a change in the scenery as the roadside becomes more green and lush and the temperature drops, too.

We have ordered a box lunch from Amboseli Serena Lodge, so we have our lunch with us whenever Aaron finds a place acceptable for us to stop.  Usually, the criteria is " how clean are the bathrooms ".
We have to laugh at all the toilet facilities we have had so far.  It is amazing how our standards change when the cause is so urgent. When port-o- lets start to look good, you can imagine the conditions of some of the others.

As we approach Sweetwaters, once again the road is unbelievably horrendous.  Best description would be imagine your worst mountain road and multiply times 10.  We had to laugh as my pedometer which registers steps was jumping as much as 200 on some of the worst potholes and washboards.  I would easily end up with over 10,000 steps and we had ridden in the van for 6 hours.

We check into our tent for the night and are pleasantly surprised at a well- planned space of at least 400 sq. ft. Including our own ensuite bath. 



 We see a huge white rhino on our game drive.  This isn't the rarest one....this is the black rhino.  We see a tame one of those who is blind and we are able to feed him, which is neat.

  Seeing a lion is always a treat and this one was scouting out a couple of gazelles who came way too close we thought.  They escaped.

  We are on the equator and it is chilly as you can see, mostly because the altitude is over 6,000 ft.  We love finding a hot water bottle in our beds after freezing at our 2 hour night game drive.  We see more lions and a favorite was a tiny baby zebra who our naturalist said had just been born and the mother was still cleaning him up.

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