Goodbye to our first African village

After a long series of goodbyes, see you soons, and asantes; we said kwaheri to Njoro Village, Mama, Baba, Francis, Mama Love, and Baby Tony for the very last time.

We were our way to the next adventure in the Tarangire National Park. Upon arrival we saw monkeys, mongooses, and a few birds before even entering the park! With smiling faces poking out of every window we journeyed into the bush where we saw a family of warthogs within minutes, followed by baboons, giraffes, ostriches, and most amazingly, herds and herds of African Elephants. One elephant was very interested in our safari jeep and we thought it would start pushing it, but no, is just passed by and farted instead. Tarangire National Park has the densest population of wild elephants in all of Africa, and it sure is obvious. At one point we saw a very young baby elephant trying to get over an exposed tree root. The front half got over just fine, then it got rather stuck. Finally, it got it's left hind food over, rocked a bit more, and tumbled the rest of the way over.

After hours of adventuring and safari-ing, the amazement at the amount of elephants living and thriving in Tarangire still hasn’t quite dissipated. From less then two-week-old elephant babies to trees older than time, the range of life in Tarangire is wildly diverse and awe-inspiring.

We arrived at our new campground and discovered charming little gnome houses waiting for us. Each house fits two beds. We were not nearly as nervous sleeping here as we were in the tents in Monduli, in the middle of Maasai hyena country.