I Have An Extreemly Important Question For Raptor Bud!
Mrs. Raptor and I were in Masai Amboseli, a huge game park in southern Kenya, at the foot of Mt. Kilimanjaro, near the Tanzania border. The park is run by the Masai. The phones were out, so we couldn't make reservations at the lodge. In August, the mountain pops out of the clouds at 5 PM like clockwork. You point in the right direction and drive across a dry lake bed. We picked up this African kid who was waiting at the entrance to the park and worked at the lodge and gave him a ride. The lodge was full. He called me his brother and put us up in a nearby Masai village in a thatched roof mud hut. We heated up some canned food with a gasoline-fired backpacker's stove we bought in Switzerland the month before. The cans were dented because all the cans in all the stores in Nairobi were dented. I got deathly ill from some Botulism-type thing.
Here I am, lying in a hammock with mosquito netting with big holes in it. Every five minutes a baboon would look me in the eye curiously or a five-pound gecko or monitor lizard would bounce off my shoulder. I wanted to go outside to puke, but couldn't, because there was this horrendous noise outside and the ground was shaking furiously. I wasn't about to go outside and find out what it was. Instead, I puked into a large plactic laundry bag. It was a lovely sight. Turns out a herd of rogue elephants came through and trampled the village. Flattened a couple of mud huts and injured a couple of villagers. In the morning, they were grazing peacefully as if nothing had happened the night before.
Mrs. Raptor drove us back to Nairobi, where I got a shot with what looked like maybe not a clean needle from an Indian Sikh doctor. I've gotten food poisoning a number of times since. I think I picked up a bug that western medicine can't identify.
]I have many East Africa stories like this, but no more today.
Here I am, lying in a hammock with mosquito netting with big holes in it. Every five minutes a baboon would look me in the eye curiously or a five-pound gecko or monitor lizard would bounce off my shoulder. I wanted to go outside to puke, but couldn't, because there was this horrendous noise outside and the ground was shaking furiously. I wasn't about to go outside and find out what it was. Instead, I puked into a large plactic laundry bag. It was a lovely sight. Turns out a herd of rogue elephants came through and trampled the village. Flattened a couple of mud huts and injured a couple of villagers. In the morning, they were grazing peacefully as if nothing had happened the night before.
Mrs. Raptor drove us back to Nairobi, where I got a shot with what looked like maybe not a clean needle from an Indian Sikh doctor. I've gotten food poisoning a number of times since. I think I picked up a bug that western medicine can't identify.
]I have many East Africa stories like this, but no more today.
Thanks Bud
that was a good one especially the
ing part
You are SOOOOOO lucky to have been to Africa
that is Mom's dream place to go and shoot photos
Someday when I get over the afraid to fly thing Im goin
ing part
You are SOOOOOO lucky to have been to Africa
that is Mom's dream place to go and shoot photos











LMFAO!!