Monday, March 12, 2001

Masai Mara, Kenya VII

This place can be so utterly magical when appreciated alone. And then there is the other 90% of the time. In fairness, the majority of the tourists, with their fruit fly attention spans, roll through quickly enough. Stop, gawk, take a snapshot and move on. I watched today as no fewer than 26 vans and safari trucks lined up to view four petrified cheetah hiding in a thick bush.

One load after another looked at the shrub, looked at me, and drove off in disgust. Someone finally shouted, “What are we supposed to be looking at?” I shrug and put on my best clueless face and wish them well as they drive off in a cloud of dust.

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