In the afternoon, instead of a drive, we went out on the delta in boats. Small boats, boats small enough to be in trouble if a pod of hippos suddenly decided they didn't like you on their turf. We zipped along through narrow waterways between tall reeds, pampas grass, and papyrus, occasionally emerging into larger open areas. Once, while we were pulled up along the side of a bunch of reeds with a tangle of spider webs in them, Cal pointed out the one and only snake we saw on the entire trip, a western greensnake. Even though we were just a few meters away, you really had to look closely to spot the snake, it blended in with its surroundings so well.
A tangle of spider webs in the late afternoon sun A greensnake in the bush |
Later, as we motored down a narrow channel in the reeds, a hippo suddenly exploded up out of the water not 20 meters from our left side, did an astonishingly deft U-turn, and hustled off back the other way, reminding us once again that this wasn't the zoo. Even Cal had failed to spot it until it came up.
Papyrus |
A fish eagle flies off in search of sushi |
Dinner that night was once again excellent, and nobody went psycho from the Lariam, which was a relief.
A yellow-beaked hornbill |
African "fast food:" an impala hotfoots it into the bush A jeep crosses a "small puddle" |
Open-bill storks |
Another dead tree... |
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