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Arusha - Serengeti - Ngorongoro

The 13 hour drive from Dar to Arusha was fairly boring. Only when we passed Mt Kilimanjaro did it get exciting. Half covered in cloud it is still inspiring.


In Arusha we camped in a snake park / maasi cultural centre. The snake park made me think long and hard about how stupid i had been walking around Africa in bare feet. Black Mambas are fucking scary things. The maasi village was a bit of an eye opener and will make me think twice about donating to charties that support the maasi;






1. One bloke will have multiple wives and up to 50 kids.
2. Female circumcision is still practiced without question with no other reason than 'its always been the way'.

From our campsite in Arusha we changed to 4x4s for a 3 day Serengeti - Ngorongoro safari.

Considering the size of the Serengeti I count myself that lucky that within 2 hours of driving i saw no less than 18 lions, 1 lepoard, 3 hyenas and 1000's of wilderbeest, zebra and giraffe all from the main road. That night we camped knowing full well that there was nothing seperating us from the elephant, hyena and lions we could hear as we went to sleep.













In the morning we were lucky enough to see, among other things, 3 more cheetas and another lepoard .









Driving to Ngorongoro we passed a lion, obviously pregnant, casually walking to within a metre of us as if we weren't there.



That night, surrounded by water buffalo we camped on the rim of the crater, the next morning we drove down...







Not a bad way to spend your 24th birhday.

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