How A Safari in Kenya Changed Me
<p>The day before I left on a long-planned, dream trip to Kenya, a blogger friend sent me a bon voyage message. In part, it read:</p>
<p><em>Let it change you.</em></p>
<p>Indeed it has, in ways I’m still discovering.</p>
<p>A wildlife enthusiast my whole life, a former docent who once led tours at the Los Angeles Zoo, I’d dreamed for decades of seeing the astounding animals of East Africa — especially the large mammals — in their own habitat instead of in captivity.</p>
<p>Now, after two weeks of visiting four major Kenyan game reserves and two of its lakes, traveling in between on roads that ranged from truck-clogged single-lane highways winding through mountains to bone-rattling jeep tracks (“the African massage,” our driver said), I am still processing all that I saw and experienced.</p>
<h2>It’s not easy to put into words</h2>
<p>Most of the animals I saw on safari are ones I’ve seen in zoos: elephants; the big cats (lions, cheetahs, leopards); antelope and gazelles (impala, Thompson’s gazelles, waterbucks, eland, topi); Cape buffalo; and troupes of baboons, vervet monkeys, and the spectacular colobus with their black coats festooned with long, white fringe.</p>
<p>I beheld ostriches, herds of wildebeests, and so, <em>so</em> many zebras. Tiny dik-diks darted through the brush while doe-eyed gerenuks stood upright on their slender hind legs to reach the tops of their favorite bushes.</p>
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