Rivertrees Country Inn
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- Airport Transportation
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... so we said our good-byes and headed down the track.
We left Millennium Camp along a dusty, rocky and steeply
downhill track. The vegetation was predominantly thick, scrubby melaleucas and
banksias which made it look very much like Deep Creek back home.
We passed through Mweka Camp at which point the track became
a downhill path and we suddenly entered rainforest. The amount of moss and
ferns increased as we descended as did the sounds of ...
... the car relative to the animals so we could get the best shots.. priceless. No need to ask "could you go forward 5 meters please" or "could you go around that tree so we can have the moutains in the backdrop?", Alex would do that automatically, he has driven BBC and other film crews in the past, but he is also really keen on photography himself.
The next morning we drove through maasai country to Lake Natron, a full day ...
... colours and really nice looking and they are everywhere and they are even hand tame up to a point
I did see a sectary bird, they have some really long legs and have a great way of dealing with snakes, they grab them, take them up in the air and drop them on the tracks, then its dinner time, they are named after the feathers on the side of their head, they are like pens alongside a sectary’s ear, only the males have them for courting
We saw hippos that were both in ...
... 13 seater. Our departure lounge was basically a large cage with seats.
Zanzibar was a dtamatic change from our past four weeks. It was hot and humid and after the open spaces and seeing few people, the streets seemed crowded and closed in.
Stonetown is a delight with its old and faded buildings and narrow alleyways. It is a predominantly Muslim population.
Our hotel, the ...
... real poverty – mud huts, scabby dogs, goats, strange smells, dust, no water, no sanitation, no electricity, but in the middle of all this was a large group of extremely excited children who swamped us the minute we pulled up in the village. Hands were grabbed, lots of giggling and pointing (mainly at Paul’s heavily tattooed arms), then we got led to the school. It’s simply a mud hut with a tin roof and a few rows of wooden benches, but obviously means so much to ...