Arusha is rather polluted, but what I see on the street is fascinating to see. Our drive is about three hours to the park.
I am starting to suspect something political or ??? because Cristian seemed quite concerned when i was taking photos of the city and especially when I was trying to take a photo of a soldier but it wasn't the soldier i was snapping, it was the jacaranda tree beside the soldier that interested me. I could feel his relief when I said it was the tree. (Below is one of the Christmas Trees, not a Jacaranda.)
Being stuck behind a truck belching black smoke is a drag here in paradise.
There are forests of cactus flowers 3 meters tall—Crispian calls them ciso—and after blooming, they die.
Robins, but blue and rust, not the muddy black colour of ours.
Right now, the view is like looking out over an ocean of green. From horizon to horizon an ocean of verdant plain.
The breathtaking posture and colour and beauty of the Masai men I see.
Massive trucks for taking about 20 people on safari. Cristian laughed a lot when I told him the thought of.touring with 20 other people would make me vomit. (Below is a small truck, like mine, but with sardines.)
The round Masai huts are beyond picturesque. It is like I have entered into a National Geographic Magazine.
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