Safari! – or – Better late than never!

My husband and I went on a safari last fall, and I took, oh, probably a zillion pictures. Maybe more. It turns out to be relatively easy to back up a zillion pictures by date, but really hard to try to make a story out of them.

Elephants! Elephants! Elephants! Every day, elephants. Hundreds of pictures of elephants, but in this safari story, I need only . . . one. Same with giraffes and zebras and . . . So, anyway, that took time, but now I have a small album of maybe thirty or forty of the most varied and salient experiences. And I’ll share many of them here.

First, I have to explain that this safari was on my husband’s bucket list, not mine. Am I glad I went? Yes, absolutely! Would I go again if I had the chance? Well, no. I already have all the pictures of elephants I might possibly need. And yet, who can resist taking more?!

We did do this safari in as luxurious a way as we could. Our camping tents were more luxurious than some of the hotels we’ve stayed in.

Our guides and drivers were also very friendly and helpful–and the vehicles were designed to promote good viewing (and photographs).

The landscape was gorgeous, and filled with animals…

And speaking of animals, here are some that we saw. First, the non-predators (including, of course, the requisite elephants and giraffes):

. . . and, of course the predators:

When people speak (or write) about safaris, there’s one part of the trip you don’t hear much about: the people. And yet, for me, as thrilling as it was to see the animals up close and in their native habitat, the people were, in many ways, the most interesting aspect of the trip.

The Ma’asai are the only tribe allowed to live within the national parks of Tanzania and Kenya because they are the only ones whose lifestyle does not upset the natural balance of the animals in the wild. They are not hunters, nor gatherers, nor farmers. Rather, they herd their own cattle, living peacefully side-by-side with the wild animals. We were lucky enough to visit a Ma’asai village, to observe a dance in which the men prove their manhood by jumping impressively high, and to visit a small elementary school in the village.

We also took an eye-opening walk in downtown central Nairobi, which was at once colorful and full of life, and also distressingly poor.

One of the more surprising things about this safari was that the birds–even the ordinary ones–were quite beautiful.

The most charming island

It’s a lovely island. Enchanting, beautiful, windswept, and enduring all at once.

Its name is only three letters long, and apparently I can’t pronounce even one of them correctly. It’s spelled Ærø. To my ear, that sounds a lot like “Air-rue” [with the “r” trilled slightly]. But try as I may, I can’t seem to tell about it to anyone who actually lives in Denmark. The conversations go like this:

Me: “We visited this really great island. We liked it a lot.”

Danish person: “Oh? What island is that?”

Me: “Ærø.”

Danish person (with a squinty-eyed, puzzled look): “Uh… where?”

Me: “Maybe I’m not pronouncing it right. It’s spelled with that letter that looks like an A and an E combined, then R, then an O with a slash through it.”

Danish person (with a broad smile of recognition): “Ah… Ærø!”

They pronounce the island’s name in a way that sounds to my American ears exactly, but exactly, like the way I pronounced it.

My linguistic failures notwithstanding, I loved the name with its alluringly foreign letters. And I loved the island even more. Its soul is sailing the seas, and its heart is on the land.

Seafaring is particularly evident in Marstal, the largest town on Ærø, from the building of large wooden ships to the small details on the buildings.

The ferry from the mainland town of Svendborg arrives in Ærøskøbing, a delightful town of cobbled streets and colorful houses.

Everywhere, there are hollyhocks and roses, and many of the windows seem to be made for passers-by to look in as well as homeowners to look out.

Outside of the towns, the island has its beauty as well. Sea and sky and land come together very harmoniously on Ærø.

Morocco photographs

I have been sorting through the photographs from Dan’s and my trip to Morocco last month. There are about a thousand of them, so this is big job. Now that “film” has gotten so cheap, we take so many pictures. Since it now seems evident that it will be some time before I can publish this whole trip, I thought I’d get started with a random favorite photo here or there from out of the pile.

These goats seemed happily ensconced in this argan tree. Argan trees grow only in Morocco. They produce nuts from which people make an oil that allegedly has healthful properties and seems to work well on dry skin. It is nearly as impossible to escape Morocco without a argan-oil product as it is to escape without a rug.

After we stopped and I took this photo, the shepherd–an old man with astonishingly bad teeth–appeared seemingly from nowhere and demanded ten dirhams (about $1.20). I didn’t mind paying him. The absence of goats in other nearby argan trees strongly suggested that the shepherd had put these goats there somehow. But ten dirhams seemed excessive in a country given to exaggerated bargaining. I gave him the two dirhams that were in my pocket, and he seemed well pleased. I probably overpaid.

Views near Golden Grove

It’s grey and cloudy today, but totally beautiful. Sachem Pond is calm, and the heavens are in the water below and the sky above. Block Island magic!

  

Views near Sachem Pond

Some sunsets are too beautiful to bear.

   

December 6, 2012

Views near Golden Grove

It’s finally happened–a sunset so photogenic that I can’t winnow the photos down to just two or three. Yesterday evening it pretty much didn’t matter which vaguely southwesterly direction I was looking in or how far down the sun actually was or how much zoomed in the camera was–everything was perfect!

See what I mean? But I’ve narrowed it down to only six more, and so without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I present: December 5, 2012!

     

 

 

Views near Golden Grove

It hasn’t escaped my notice that there’s a lot of heavy road-work equipment out by the parking lot (or I guess I should say, what used to be the parking lot, for the North Light. So I walked over to take a closer look and to find out what they were up to.

Turns out that what they’re up to is completely demolishing and rebuilding the parking lot because of damage from Hurricane Sandy. You would never mistake this piece of the island for a parking lot right now.

While I was there, I took a picture of the light on Sachem Pond, which was extraordinary. And of our home on the island, which I must say is also extraordinary.

 

 

Views near Golden Grove

Sunset from the ferry to Block Island

Pt. Judith, Rhode Island, December 3, 2012

 

Views near Golden Grove

I went for a walk/run yesterday around sunset. I’d meant to go earlier in the afternoon, but our weather forecast of “partly cloudy” had generated some rainfall; then I had a late lunch; and before I knew it, it was 3:30 or so. Sunset time in New England! And me, not on my deck!

Never mind the deck. Me, without my camera.

Oh. Wait. The new cell phone has what’s supposed to be a pretty good camera. Why not use it?

And so… may I present… sunset over Sachem Pond!

 

Later, after the sun had disappeared, I found myself up on a hill on the south side of the pond, where I could see in the deepening dusk–my house! So here, only partially obscured by a pine tree in the bird sanctuary, is a never-before-published view of my house with Sachem Pond in the foreground and Block Island Sound beyond.

Views near Golden Grove

The astute reader may have noticed that yesterday’s post included sunsets from November 11, 12, and 14, but not November 13. While it’s not exactly accurate to say that there was no sunset on November 13, it’s entirely true that the sunset was not visible from my house here on Block Island. Instead, we had a day of glorious wind and clouds and even an occasional bit of rain as a cold front moved through. The swiftly moving and changing clouds danced with the light on ocean and lighthouse and winter landscape to create breathtaking vistas, all clouds and cold, as the day went on. And so… just to prove that I don’t post only sunsets, I present… November 13, 2012 on Block Island!