My first recollections of Samburu National Park are of dryness, heat, and dust. But when I scratch just a little further (and start curating my photos), I realize how glad I am we got two nights and a full day here.

African safaris, or at least tourism, likes its top five lists, and I’ll do a post on the big, the little, and the ugly later. But Samburu crowns itself with the Special Five that can be found abundantly here: 1) the reticulated giraffe (one of 3 types of giraffes and the most beautiful) 2) oryx (thanks to Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, I knew about this antelope before safari) 3) Grevy’s zebra, not the common zebra we saw here and the other camps), 4) the gerenuk, an antelope I had never heard of before, but stands upright to forage, and 5) the Somali ostrich, which has a blue neck and legs, compared to the standard pink.

We did see these five animals, but there were plenty of other reasons to enjoy this spot. First, it was lousy with elephants*. We ran into more elephants here than even rhinos at Ol Pejeta. More groups, bigger groups, single lines that blocked roads– what a feeling to not see other animals because an elephant is blocking your view!

One herd is photobombing my giraffe picture.

The oddest thing about today was finding Buffalo Springs–a large cratered pool CREATED BY A BOMB DURING WWII. Yes, that needs to be shouted, because did anyone know Kenya was bombed by Italians? Ever? Our guide knew it had happened, but couldn’t really tell us the story or seemed concerned, so after internetting** it, here is a better tale than I could tell:

‘It’s a bomb site,’ says our guide. We gape. ‘From World War II,’ he continues. ‘It was 1940 and a squadron of Italian fighter planes were flying back to Ethiopia. They looked down and saw a huge herd of buffalo drinking from this spring. They mistook the buffalo for the tents of the British, who were advancing towards the Ethiopian border, so they dropped a bomb on them’. He regards the huge rocky basin with placid unconcern, ‘and this is what’s left,’ he finishes.

It’s a strange story, but research reveals it to be true. In one of the least-known encounters of the Second World War, Italian Dictator, Benito Mussolini, had declared war on Britain and was attempting to seize what was then British Kenya and Tanganyika for an Italian empire that he declared would be even larger than the Roman Empire. He had 93,000 troops, 232 aircraft and 200 armoured vehicles and tanks. The British had 19,000 troops, six vintage aircraft, with only one serviceable carburettor between them, a couple of homemade armoured cars and no artillery. Surprisingly, the British won. The buffalos, unfortunately, were collateral damage.

As dry as Samburu was, there were underfed rivers that made elephant viewing more fun (here and here) and gave us our first glimpse of crocodiles…and the guineafowl feathers left behind. The rule is, if it looks like a stick and acts like a stick…it’s not a stick.

Not everyone enjoyed the day as much as I did. I think this was during the morning drive, because it seems unlikely that he joined us for the afternoon one.

No matter how great a drive was, it was fun to return to the camp to these guys. There were boys hired to chase off baboons at the camp but the black-face monkeys had free reign. These two were definitely siblings.

They also hung out on the back porches. We were recovering from a hot day of travel on dirt roads, so hanging out as a family in the kids’ tent. Piper and I were alternately reading aloud Klawde: Evil Alien Cat Overlord. The monkeys appeared to enjoy the book nearly as much as we did.

Yep! Samburu may have made bathing simultaneously necessary and useless, but it was a really great place to visit. Special indeed.

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*I’ve been holding onto that phrase for a while. I was hoping to alliteratively say “lousy with leopards” but that was never the case. Etymology: lousy, 1840s slang meaning swarming with, actually comes from “infested with [lice/louses]”, which makes lots of sense and is something I learned today.

**bastardized word of the day. Shakespeare doesn’t get to have all the fun.

Three definitions I had to learn:

1. Kenyan National Park: fenced, government owned and slightly maintained, e.g. Samburu Park
2. Kenyan National Reserve: unfenced, government owned and maintained enough, though perhaps more by local hotels on the property, e.g. Masai Mara
3. Conservatory: Private land/funds, generally fenced (though Ol Pejata had special fences that kept rhinos in but allowed elephants roam in and out at will), focused on combinations of animal conservation, education, reproduction, etc.

We stayed in Sweetwater Serena Camp, a privately owned camp, in the Ol Pejeta Conservancy for two nights, and I tried to make the most of that time. [Fun note: the camp straddles the equator and we went back and forth over the latitudinal line several times during our visit.]

The camp itself was exciting for two reasons: 1) we were finally staying in tents (“tents”, as in attached full bath and all the conveniences, much nicer than even Hermione carried around in her little purse), and 2) the tents were wrapped around the perimeter of a very popular watering hole.

Right away, we saw our first rhino, just across the yard.  I was so excited, I Instagrammed…a rare occurrence.

The next evening, after getting back from another game drive, we witnessed this at the watering hole—and the picture doesn’t do justice for all the animals that were streaming in.  By dinner, it was mostly deserted.

There was a brief attempt to go swimming, but it wasn’t a hot enough afternoon to enjoy an unheated pool, so the kids found archary instead.

And just to add a touch of colonialism, there was this outside the dining room. It reads, in the most Brittish accent:

“This European Oak Tree was planned in 1930 by EDWARD the PRINCE of WALES in the presence of LORD DELAMERE when he was invited for Tea by SEAGAR BASTARD who was the owner of Sweetwaters Ranch then.”

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And I’m so glad I am taking a hiatus from my bird apathy because splendid starlings are more numerous than robins back at home–and they are…well, I was trying for radiant or shiny or irridescent, but I think splendid is the right adjective.

My pics didn’t turn out nearly this well, so another screenshot of Bing images.

Sweetwater Serena, you are as wonderful as your name!

Dear Mom and Dad (aka Joanne and Gary),

Thank you for potty-training me when I was little. Otherwise, I would have had trouble containing myself and Kenya would be a little messier in my wake. I have been extremely excited as we have begun our safari adventure.

Today is our 4th day on Safari, and I have been absolutely drenched in African animals. The first day, we started at an Elephant Orphanage & Rescue, enjoying the baby antics during bottle-feeding, and the girls adopted an orphaned elephant for a year. From there, we drove to the Giraffe Centre, where we all got to hand feed, well, giraffes.

From there, we left Nairobi and drove toward the Great Rift Valley, where we got an amazing view of the valley and a quick geography lesson. Throw in a lecture about how the great rift is really a bunch of smaller rifts all put together, and we have an education. (Good thing I’m not in charge of knowledge. The sun would clearly be revolving around the earth and the Great Rift would just be one giant rift in an enormous continent. Also, we wouldn’t know how to make fire.)

We arrived at Great Rift Lodge that afternoon but really hadn’t seen that many animals that hadn’t already been (figuratively) plattered for our viewing pleasure. That changed very quickly the next day.

We began the day with a 6:30 bird walk. I was only mildly interested in birds before our Amazon and Galapagos adventures really turned me off to dreary-colored birds that I was supposed to spend the better part of a day admiring. But African birds? I am willing to take a hiatus from my apathy. But while we were looking at the ibis, guineafowl and weaver birds, impalas and zebras grazed nearby. A bushbuck trotted across a green while we made fun of the Egyptian geese (like Canada geese in every obnoxious way, but more attractive). We settled in for our bush breakfast overlooking the 14th hole*, where warthogs placidly ate.

Our driver had already arranged a boat tour for us at Lake Naivasha for the rest of the morning. The half-hour drive there flipped my skirt, or would have if I hadn’t been dressed safari-sensible. We spotted baboons, camels, ostriches, zebras, and storks just from the main roads.

And then it got better. In the two-hour boat ride, we came across dozens of hippos, partially submerged for the daytime relief from the sun. These guys, in particular, put on a show. Hippos usually show up at the top of Africa’s most dangerous animals, so our guide watched closely for bubbles near us. I lived to write this, so he was successful.

At the lake, we also saw heaps of birds and even watched an African eagle catch a fish our guide tossed. I actually wrote down names of 37 birds that we saw and developed a bit of a crush on the pied kingfisher. We headed toward Crescent Island, where both Out of Africa and Born Free were filmed. It’s now a bit of an oasis for grazers, who were brought in as scenery and left without predators. Again, we saw zebra alongside waterbuck, gazelles and (hurray!) giraffes.

On the third day, after a long drive, we arrived at our second camp, Sweetwater Serena, in Ol Pejeta Conservancy. Here, Africa really started showing off. After finding our tents and a white rhino (!) at the watering hole, we were ready for an afternoon drive and ran across lions almost right away.

We spotted a lioness hanging out on a bit of a hillside when our guide spotted another one trotting across the marsh, making the herds of cape buffalo, impalas, and waterbucks a wee bit nervous. The sisters met up right in front of our jeep and went off to the bush together. Not much later, we came across King Lion himself, determined to get his 20 hours of sleep in before bedtime. Fortunately, our guide speaks lion and got the beast to briefly open his eyes. We had been looking for elephants but decided a Lion (and rhino) Day was more than acceptable.

Wish you were here! Dad, you would love just seeing the country, and Mom would get a kick out of game rides.

Love,

Denise

*Pure fiction: I have no idea which of the 18 holes the dining room overlooked.

**We found out later that we were charged services fees for these meals outside. I was a little annoyed because we sat at our inside table and were escorted outside to enjoy the view twice. It was cleared up eventually. We also pay for the bottled water, but they were opened for us just as we were sitting down, with no chance to ask for bigger or fewer bottles. This is the only place that we were charged for anything we didn’t explicitly ask for.

Note: Between low concurrence of downtime, internet, and creativity, it can take me 2-8 days to write a post and add photos. So the most fictional part of the post is the publish date–it is aspirational, not accurate.

Today, the girls and I did 8.5 hours of game drives.

We all started with a fabulous drive in the morning.  We did a few hours of exploring in the jeep and found our elephants (many times over!), then stopped to meet Baraka, the blind black rhino. We also took in the Education Center (which managed to make education entertaining enough to engage Wes, so check school off for today!), drove some more, and then visited the chimpanzee sanctuary again, with a much better guide before returning to camp for lunch.

Wes was stick-a-fork-in-it done after the 4.5 hour morning drive, and Dwayne was being Amazing Papa with him, so the girls and I did another game ride in the afternoon, took a quick break, and then did the camp-led night drive with a spotlight. We got to see more lions in the afternoon, and could even spot (with binoculars) three cubs playing in the brush under a tree, where they had been left with stern admonitions to stay there and be good while the lionesses hunted. 

The night drive was disappointing.  We got to check a few more animals off our list—hyenas (and even two pups) and a white-tailed mongoose, but an hour of the drive was spent seeing no animals at all, and the rest of it poorly seeing animals we had seen a lot of during the day.  But it’s the night drives that are either the most interesting or the most dull, so we lost just one round in an otherwise winning game. (See, I can even toss in bad puns without breaking a sweat!)

I can’t do justice to all the animals we saw and I’m certainly not going to make you wade through all the pictures of elephants, lions, zebras, antelope, rhinos and giraffes I took. We did get to see the rhino graveyard and glimpe the last two living northern white rhinos. Fortunately, poaching is down to zero a year so the recent graves are from natural causes, include Sudan, the last male northern white rhino. With harvested sperm and eggs, Ol Pejeta is going to try surrogacy to keep the subspecies from going extinct.

I Didn’t Know This!

I knew birds have honeycomb bones to make them lighter, but I had no idea that elephant skulls are also honeycombed, to reduce the weight of this 6-beastie. Um, elephant legs are solid bones, but I bet you already guessed that.

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Did we pay for all this the next morning with overly tired children?  Yes.  That morning began a 3-day streak of fighting over (5) charging cords between three children.  Does the math work out? Yes, they each had at least one cord.  Did that matter? No. No, it definitely had no bearing on the quarreling or the outcome.  At first, I was very frustrated by this.  Then I realized that the same idiotic rows happen between our youngers at home as well, so I might as well be dealing with it in Kenya as in the US.

I think all my fellow liberals can agree that Baraka means blessing (okay, so it actually does, in Swahili, a fact outside of partisanship).  This black rhino lost one eye in a bar fight and then the other to cataracts.  Rhinos have limited vision anyway, but not having any is pretty much a death sentence.  Baraka has become a blind ambassador for rhino conservancy in Ol Pejata Conservancy. And he let us feed him carrots and give him scritches, so I have been fully ambassadorisized*. 

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*I’m considering making a resolution to bastardize at least one word in each post.  It’s quite entertaining to sucker-punch spellcheck, although very much like biting the hand that helpfully edits for me.

…but Piper and Kyla just adopted a baby elephant. Unfortunately, we are unable to take her home because she must stay with her care team and her friends at the Daphnie Sheldrake Elephant Orphanage in Nairobi. But the girls will get monthly updates on Kerrio’s progress, and I’m sure they will share them with you so you can also see Kerrio grow. When she is about 4 or 5, she will go with a few friends to the bush, and keepers will stay with her until she is accepted/adopted into a new herd. She will be wild again!

Honestly, she might be a little wild now. Piper and I got to pet her and Kerrio was enjoying the feel of mud on her trunk. She swung and got Piper fully on the leg, red mud and all. Piper was smitten. The keeper wagged his finger at her, and I can now tell you that finger-wagging doesn’t work on children, cats (ahem), and elephants.

The kids miss you all! Please, leave the mice and baby rabbits alone, okay? Or I might try harder to replace you with something less destructive. Like an elephant.

Luke-warmly,

Your feeder

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The Sheldrake Centre is open 10-11am every morning so admiring tourists can watch the baby elephant orphans be bottle-fed and learn of their stories. We were introduced to 21 babies this morning and we (read: Piper) wanted to take them all home.

Two of the babies actually appeared abandoned by their herd and their mother, rather than being separated by conflict or death. At first, keepers were puzzled by an abandoned girl, until they got her to the refuge and realized she had epilepsy, with episodes several times a day. Now she is on medication, and has improved significantly. The other abandoned elephant was this guy, with severely bowed legs. He would not have been able to keep up with the herd, and so may have just been left behind. He may become a lifelong resident at the refuge, like a blind rhino that has been there about 15 years.

What a perfect start to a safari!