In the months of June and July, I went on a trip I had dreamed of since I was a kid, and one I had been planning for several years, a safari in Africa. My friend Tusker had planned this vacation, having been there a hand full of times prior. Punda and Nyani joined us for the trip of a lifetime in Africa's most populous wildlife country, Kenya. As this photo shows, we would rise early each day for a safari at dawn.
We visited a Masi Mara tribe. They welcomed us with a display of their traditional high-jumping abilities. Note the huts made of cow dung in the background.
I saw a group of about 150 baboons cutting across the dirt road we were traveling on. Many had babies either clamping onto their bellies or riding them like a horse.
We watched these three cheetahs for about 45 minutes. They whined for their mother, wrestled and rested.
Towards the end of one day, we witnessed the rare sighting of a leopard cutting across a field. It had in its mouth some sort of deer.
After visiting all the major national parks in Kenya, we ended on the coastal town called Mombasa. We breathed the clean ocean air to help expel the dust in our lungs from the dirt roads we had been traveling on for two weeks. The conditions of these roads took its toll on our bodies and for two days at this five-star resort we just relaxed...when we weren't playing water polo in the pool or scuba diving in the Indian Ocean that is.