The cats must be near
Thank you for the kind words about my injury. Things are much better and I can confirm that both purple and blue are colours that suit my ankle very nicely.
Today dawned bright and early in Harare, Zimbabwe. A very different type of city where the ghosts of its former glory can be seen. We checked out of our hotel, after a 24 hour stay, and proceeded to Kenya. Koko, we are getting closer to the big cats. I can feel it.
Upon exiting the airport in our lovely mini bus (emphasis on the mini), our welcoming party was there to greet us. Giraffe's. Real live giraffe's. They were lurking (well, perhaps lurking is the wrong word) just off the road. Eating trees just as happy as can be. This caused much excitement amongst me and my colleagues.
Next up were Storks. Now Koko, I know you like birds, however, I would not mess with a stork. They may appear cute and cuddly in the stories we tell of them bringing babies but they are big. REALLY BIG. Like, 2-5 year old child big (maybe bigger). They also look a little like vultures. Koko, if I were you, I would steer clear of storks. These birds would pick you up in their long and elegant beaks and eat you for dinner. Heck, they could eat five of you for dinner! At once!
After making a brief stop at the hotel, we headed to our first school: Rift Valley Academy. During our drive, we drove past the Rift Valley (as well as some goats, sheep, cows and many donkeys). The Rift Valley is gorgeous. The strains of, "The Circle of Life", from the Lion King wafted through my head.
The school was also lovely. The vegetation was lush and we were told there are Baboons on the campus! Unfortunately, we did not get to see them as it was getting dark and we needed to depart.
Based on all of the above evidence, I sense that the big cats are near Koko. I will write as soon as I have confirmed their presence. I will make sure to bring your greetings to them (while staying in the jeep with the man with the bow and arrow and gun).
The Blonde One