That’s what Mr Nixon said about Lake Manyara National Park.
Our relationship with Mr Nixon was only a few hours old, so we were not yet sure what to think. By the end of the week we would trust him with our lives.
The sign at the entrance read “Home of Tree Climbing Lions.”
“They say that,” he commented, “but it is more likely that we’ll see them climbing in the Serengeti.”
I still thought it best to keep one eye skyward at all times. Having 400 pounds of tooth and claw fall on your head would be terrible surprise. It also would make an end to a lovely safari that Vicki and I and Mr Nixon had planned in the East African country of Tanzania.
The early Tarzan movies were filmed at Lake Manyara.
Ernest Hemingway came here as well. He called this region of alkali water and fig and mahogany forests, "the loveliest I have seen in Africa.”
Mr Nixon parked our Land Cruiser just outside the ranger station and pulled the brake. “Let me get the papers.”
A few minutes later he returned. “Come look at this.”
In the grass behind our vehicle were piles of poop. “Elephant droppins,’” he said. “About a day old.” He took a stick and stirred the gooey mass. “Look at the seeds. The elephants eat the fruit and spread the seeds. The birds come down and eat them from the droppins.’”
“That’s a pretty good strategy for the plant,” I said.
“Ugh,” said Vicki.
“Exactly.” said a grinning Nixon.
The elephant who had left the droppins’ was nowhere to be seen, but we hadn’t traveled far until monkeys appeared on both sides of the road. A bit later, Mr Nixon pulled the brake and a troop of no less than 200 baboons passed by our Cruiser.
It was impressive, but we drew back just a little. Their sheer number, weeping sores, and toothy dog-muzzles were intimidating.
Most of the afternoon we rode with the Cruiser’s top popped up. Vicki and I could stand between the seats for a 360-degree view. Mr Nixon navigated the car-swallowing potholes and taught us about the buffalo, impala, gnu, zebra, and warthog.
“But I really love the birds,” he said on many occasions.
As we discovered, Lake Manyara was not the place to witness tree-climbing lions or even herds of elephants (although we did see some, maybe even our pooper!), but instead it is the place for bird lovers. More than 400 species can be found in the park. Some migrate through on their way from distant corners of the earth. Others make this region their permanent home.
We took turns peering through Mt Nixon’s binoculars from our 4-wheeled canopy. We saw orange bellies, yellow beaks, purple wings, and bills and crests of every size and angle. Mr Nixon’s stories of their habits and eccentricities and legends was throughly entertaining.
Most memorable for me were the flamingos that gathered like an island of pink in the shallow waters of the lake. Bee-eaters, herons, ibises, storks, and, of course, the pelicans also caught our eye. Lake Manyara is a bird-watchers paradise, a perfect place to begin an African safari.
If you would like to read more about the area of Lake Manyara, check out our observations from a previous visit here.
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