Once a long time ago, I accidentally saw a photo, removed in Kenya. The African landscape captured on it seemed to me unreal: a lonely tree, topped with a powerful green crown, grew on the side of the Red Road, leaving for the horizon. Fascinated by an unusual combination of paints, without thinking, I flew in Kenya! Then the belief then entered into force: inhaling once the aroma of Africa, a person seeks to return to this continent again and again! Aborigines speak in such cases "bitten Fly Africa"!
"The African landscape seemed to me unreal"
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I adore Africa, she bit me "! And if I live to an old age, I would like to pass it in a small lodge at the river, where nights will come to the aquet animals!
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I adore small African lodges with simple awning houses. And simply put, spacious tarpaulin tents, in which a large and, as a rule, is placed, a very comfortable bed, protected by cavalry from mosquitoes and midges, a couple of chairs, a table and a wardrobe. Although, depending on the star of the lodge, free space can be much more, but never is closely and uncomfortable! Yes, and of course, in any such tent there is a separate room with all plumbing needs: toilet, washbasin, shower, and sometimes bathroom.
"With the onset of the evening, the coolness will be devastated to the Earth and unprecedented beauty Sunset»
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Lodge staff incredibly hospitals - you get tired of answering continuous smiles and questions as rest and everything is fine. By the way, if the nights are cool, then do not be surprised if you find under the blanket, in bed the warm height. And if in Tenta there is a fireplace, it will certainly melt until you dinner!
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Oh, these African nights in the awning! You breathe cool air, food fragrances and savanna. You hear how they are noisy and talking over the heads of the trees, how falling to the roof of their branches, as the wings of the bats of the bats and how fussily knocking about the wooden porch of the paws of small liveliness! Sometimes a brutal roar is heard from Savannah, from which blood is fisted, but in the cozy bed fear quickly disappears until early awakening.
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Barely begins the light, birds wake up and they start gallery and wait straight above their heads! But it is better to wake up to dawn, drink hot coffee, a thermos with which is already carefully left on the porch ... and hurry on the morning game drive, to hunt for successful photos, dreaming of a meeting with a rare beast.
"Jumbo, Africa! Caribou, Africa! Akun Matata, Africa! "
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The air in the morning is almost always cool, and on the move in the car, znobit, the smell of a waking savanna is drunk by bitterness of unknown herbs, wormwood and animal litter. Large antelopes jump everywhere, small sprung-bells are rumped into each other, like puppies, and predators are breakfast with night prey! Nature wakes up!
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By noon, it will become unbearably hot, and living creatures will "at a quiet hour": I will be hunted by a bunch, putting bearded heads on each other, the GNU, the giraffes will hide in the shadow of acacia, the spotted leopard tails and paws will be limp. Only vultures, yes, funny marabou will stay to hiss the rotting residues of someone else's prey ...
And then suddenly notice the bizarre shadows of clouds floating across the expanses of the savanna, along the hills, mountains, fields, roads!
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With the onset of the evening, the coolness will be devastated to the Earth and the Sunset's unprecedented beauty, come out of the shelters and drive predators from the swamps, fenced raids and, despite the famous aggressiveness, will be peacefully chewing grass on the lawn in front of the restaurant. And in the restaurant, feeding the guests a unthinkable goody dinner, the cook and waiters sing the song about "Mom Africa".
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Falling asleep, the kaleidoscope of feline muzzle and smiles of giraffes, pictures of the lion's hunt and the buggy sunset, will be covered before the eyes.
Jumbo, Africa! Caribou, Africa! Akun Matata, Africa!
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