Come on a Tanzanian safari!
On the trail of the Great Migration
The stream of wildebeests and zebras flowed north toward the Kenyan border. We followed it.
What is glamping anyway?
Glamping should never be confused with camping. We glamp on safari in the Serengeti.
Safari food
Discover fabulous eats on an African safari!
Our Knobby Tyres
The success of our African safaris rests on knobby tires and good wheelmen.
The Indian Ocean: Position and Place
I'm thinking big about a great sea south of the Biblical Heartland. Its contours are less familiar to many, but its influence is significant.
Indian Ocean Trade Networks
A network of tradings zones in the Indian Ocean developed between 300 BC and AD 300. This network not only generated awareness of the larger world in the NT period, but introduced luxury goods to those who could afford them.
Monsoon winds and Indian Ocean travel
Seasonal winds on the Indian Ocean provided opportunity for ancient sailors to move from port to port.
Galumphing
Farm of Dream
The Farm of Dream is a lodge nestled in purple hills above the Great Rift Valley. The nearby town, Karatu, is conveniently positioned between Lake Manyara and Ngorongoro Crater. Knobby-tyred rigs like TIK regularly rattle down its mudded street like a military convoy. Karatu’s nickname, unsurprisingly, is “Safari Junction.”
A good park for beginners
The sign at the entrance read “Home of Tree Climbing Lions.”
I 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.
Something awful or wonderful
“Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa. Every morning when you woke it was as exciting as though you were going to compete in a downhill ski race or drive a bobsled on a fast run. Something, you knew, would happen, and probably before eleven o’clock.”
Arusha meeting
And there I was when I woke up (part 1)
Taken for a ride
An uncomfortable arrival
I hoped it was Arusha when we slipped in. It was hard to know in the dark. The tinting film stuck to the “taxi” windows, bubbled and peeling, made it even more disorienting. There were few working streetlights; those that did work revealed a shantytown in eerie hue. The driver, grimfaced under a stocking cap, looked straight ahead and never spoke a word. Vicki was unnerved.
Where the safari started
Our flight into Zanzibar settled on the runway after midnight. I looked out the window. It was dark and soft like the inside of a smudge pot and there was little to see except the flashes of the ground crew. A tug swung around. Its lamps illuminated palm fronds just beyond the pavement. Dense vegetation completed the backdrop.
