Kenya here, Tanzania there |
Gateway to the Mara Triangle |
Many skulls and teeth of local ex-wildlife decorated the Mara Conservancy signs |
The infamous hole-in-the-ground |
Croc skulls, Hippo skulls, anyone for a nice hippo tusk? |
It was a bit after 11:30 when the vans arrived at the Tanzania international check point. We said bye-bye to our wonderful guide Jafar, gathered our paperwork and headed upstairs to the Tanzania Customs. Our luggage crossed the border without us, no fuss. I was not to be so lucky.
I had my passport. Weeks ago, after much fuss via the internet I acquired my Tanzania Visa. On the health records front, I'd thought I was home free, having a note from my primary doctor, proof that I had all my necessary shots, etc. But one glance at my doctor's note by an official, and I was ushered into an inner office. I was petrified - thought I might have to stay in Kenya by myself, while everyone else sallied forth to the Serengeti. In an inner office a petite officianal greeted me with 'Hello lovely, lovely lady! Welcome!' He grinned at me. 'You do not have adequate paperwork, the yellow card required for your entry to Tanzania.'
Holy crap.
Miraculously, for a mere 50 American dollars, I was issued the 'indispensable' folding yellow card. The officinal filled it out, signed it, and embossed it. Honestly, as what information he placed on the card was taken from my doctor's note, why wasn't my doctor's note enough? Uh... because someone was hankering for 50 American dollars.
The border crossing 'Adventure' complete, our new driver/tour guide - Wolfgang - drove us to our luncheon spot, in a tiny Tanzanian town.
Gathering our 'stuff'' from the Kenya vans to cross the border |
The lovely hacienda where we had lunch |
Our group left behind almost as much food as we ate. The waitresses were begged to find a good use for the leftovers - other than the trash bin. |
Nearby was a small mobile shop that had loads of local souvenirs that I managed to convince myself I could live without. So while everyone shopped I resumed chasing after birds for photos.
Hot dog, got my bird! A Gray-capped Weaver |
Around 5:30 our group arrived at the Emalakai Camp. The building seen below is the main hang out - consisting of a central dining area.
Photo I took from the 'lush' lounging area with comfy chairs, sofas and tables. |
A broad deck surrounds the interior dining hall. The deck has lovely areas from which to view passing wildlife.
The deck also has a plush sitting area.
While the luggage arrived and got sorted, we were all seated in the outdoor lounge and given orientation to our venue for the next couple of days. My favorite info was that we were not to wander around at night, nor were we to leave our tents for breakfast or dinner - without first using walkie talkies to request a escort. The escorts were necessary to insure none of us got carried off by the local wildlife. Not. Kidding!
We were told a lioness was the most recent visitor to camp but other animals also used this human compound their 'extended neighborhood'.
We were told a lioness was the most recent visitor to camp but other animals also used this human compound their 'extended neighborhood'.
Glamping at its best |
our bathroom vanity |
Later in the evening, we figured out the use of our walkie talkies and a very nice man escorted us to dinner in the main tent. As per usual, the meal was a magnificent buffet.
Later in the night, I laid in the confines of my mosquito netted bed and laughed. Outside of our tent, in the black night, the local hyenas sang us the song of their people. I was thoroughly enchanted. I mimicked back the calls to the hyenas and got an answer or two, but I had to shut up after a while, so I could get some sleep. We would have to be up early in the morning, because tomorrow, Ila and I are going to sail over the Serengeti via a hot air balloon. YAY!