Monday, October 12, 2015

EAWE - Drive to the Serengeti

After lunch at the Serena we set off for the Serengeti. A bucket list destination for all of us, we were beyond excited to get there. The drive started out pleasant enough, driving on paved roads through towns and villages followed by a stop at the Ngorongoro Conservation Area (NCA) welcome center. NCA is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. We had a quick bathroom break, walk through the small museum, and were entertained by a troop of baboons before getting back into the car. At the top of the caldera we stopped at a lookout to see the crater floor. It was hard to believe there were so many animals in that area, none of them visible to us. 

The next 6+ hours was a very, very rough ride over washboard-riddled dirt roads at breakneck speeds  with copious amounts of dust and joint rattling. The monotony was broken by dozens of Maasai manyattas and shepherds tending to their livestock herds as well as the occasional ostrich or antelope. 

Dusk was falling as we finally entered the Serengeti, but we were still far from the lodge. At least we had the promise of seeing animals as a motivator for the last ninety minutes or so of driving. Sadly, the first park experiences were more washboards and dust and very few animals. By the time we reached the lodge we were all rattled (mentally and physically) and wondering where the animals were. Thankfully tomorrow would show us!


We did enjoy a stunning sunset amidst the acacia trees on the savannah, convincing our driver guide to stop at a few points along the way to let us take photos. We finally arrived at the Serena well after sunset and hurriedly checked in before grabbing dinner (and a few well-deserved drinks for those of us imbibing) and trying to reset our bodies and expectations. I think that was the night that I started having unexplained itching on my hands and arms and realized I didn't have any Benadryl. My mom saved the day with Advil PM, and so I got a great night's sleep. Tomorrow would be a new, exciting day!


Baboons!

Little tiny baby baboon

Looking down at the Ngorongoro Crater


So many animals, none of them visible from here

Male ostrich

Cox' Hartebeest (I think; I need to brush up on my antelopes!)
Sunset through the clouds 

How much more quintessential African safari can you get?





Istanbul - July 2015

Over July 4th weekend I traveled to Istanbul for a minibreak, enjoying my first trip to Turkey and what, I can hope, will be numerous trips back in the future. I flew in on a Thursday evening and enjoyed a long car ride from the airport just as the sun was setting. It was Ramadan, so all of the parks and public areas were filled with families and groups of friends laying out iftar spreads and getting the grills ready for copious amounts of meat. We entered the old city just as the adhaan rang out, and it was fun to watch people taking their first sips of water and bites of food, bringing me back to good times in Jeddah.

I wanted (needed) a relaxing weekend without an ambitious agenda but wanted to be close to the more-visited sites so booked a highly-rated boutique hotel in Sultanahmet. Its location was superb, the room was comfortable and pleasant, the breakfast buffet was sumptuous, and the staff were very helpful. That first night I ordered room service and got to bed fairly early. (I got some great advice on what to do and where to go - and avoid - from hannah at the slow move east; while I didn't get to too many of her recommendations, I have lots of ideas for future visits!)

On Friday I decided to go farther afield and do some strolling and exploring. I took the tram and funicular to Taksim Square and then wandered down Istiklal Caddesi to the waterfront, stopping along the way for a cold drink in a lovely cafe and to do some browsing in stores. From there I took the tram out a ways into some of the less-touristy districts before turning around and hoping to find a place for lunch. The tram broke down a couple stops from the Grand Bazaar, so I joined the throngs of pedestrians, grabbed a quick (and not great) lunch at a hotel restaurant, and then steeled myself for the Grand Bazaar. I knew (myself) better than to actually try and shop while there; I wanted to get a feel for its size and architecture and not get overwhelmed by the crowds or sales tactics.

It was even busier than I expected, and I did just a quick walk-through of a few sections to get a sense of the place. Lots of color, lots of the same things over and over, lots of people. In the future it would be fun to take a tour of the place, but I just wasn't up to trying the do so on my own that day. I headed back to the hotel, had a quick snack at their afternoon tea, rested, and then found a restaurant for a leisurely dinner. 

Saturday I was a bit exhausted so fell back asleep after breakfast, waking in the early afternoon rejuvenated and ready to tour. I walked up to the next tram stop and was excited to find a short line for entrance into the Hagia Sophia. Armed with my Rick Steves guidebook I did my best to get a sense for the history and detail of the place, contending with the other tourists and the copious scaffolding, both of which detracted from its overall majesty. Don't get me wrong, it was gorgeous and amazing, but there's only so much jostling while trying to look up or take photos I can take. I emerged to find a large, seemingly peaceful, protest in between the Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque. I bought an ice cream and assessed. Riot police were out, but they were standing by, relaxed. The protest turned out to be against Chinese oppression of Uighurs in 'East Turkestan, who I hadn't realized were a Turkic people. The protest continued to be peaceful, so I made my way through and towards the Blue Mosque.

I wasn't as lucky there as at Hagia Sophia, and the line was ridiculously long. I wandered the courtyards a while before deciding to go back another time and headed behind to the Arasta Bazaar, which came highly recommended as a no-pressure bazaar with good prices and products. It didn't disappoint, and I walked away with a couple artisanal pomegranates for my budding collection (one porcelain, one hand-crafted metal) and some gorgeous tulip table runners for me and the family. By now it was getting late, so I walked back to the hotel to drop off my purchases and then found a nice neighborhood restaurant for dinner.

Sunday I headed to Eminonu to scope out the ferry terminals for Monday's adventure, meander through the Spice Bazaar, and have a quick lunch on the water. I went back to the Blue Mosque to see if I might have an easier time getting in, but it was prayer time, and the line was growing. So instead I wandered through the Hippodrome and delighted in finding a Ramadan bazaar with tons of craft and food vendors. I did a little shopping and indulged in a few treats (juice, ice cream, baklava) and enjoyed the convivial atmosphere, with fewer tourists and more locals than I would have expected. It was lovely. 

That night I went to a local cultural center for a whirling dervish performance. It was interesting to learn more about Rumi and Sufism and see the ritual movements. Afterwards I made my way back to the hotel looking for a restaurant that looked good; I ended up at the same one from the night before, which had good food and service and was a pleasant place to while away a couple hours. Afterwards I stopped at the corner bakery/sweet shop to buy some gourmet Turkish delight to bring home in August. 

Monday morning (also my birthday) I checked out of the hotel and stored my luggage before heading to Eminonu to catch the ferry to Asia. I was there early enough to get a great seat and enjoyed the ninety minute ride to Anadolu Kavagi on the Asian side. There I had a lackluster seafood lunch with a lovely view and yet another ice cream before reboarding for the ride back. It was a long day on the water, and I was ready to head home by the time I reclaimed my luggage and got into the car for the airport. The airport was an absolutely madhouse, completely overcrowded. I grabbed a bite to eat and a couple last souvenirs for the kids and was relieved to board the plane for home. 


It was a lovely weekend with perfect weather and a perfect break from Beirut. I will definitely be back to Turkey!


Hagia Sophia

Hagia Sophia interior

The Blue Mosque, as seen from the Hagia Sophia

East Turkestan Protest

Blue Mosque

Ramadan Street Market

Hippodrome

Galata Tower

The Blue Mosque

Ortakoy Mosque (definitely need to visit in future!)

Rumeli Hisari (I want to visit next time)

Lunch with a view 
Gorgeous views from the ferry

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Lyle Lovett: An R&R Tradition

Another R&R, another Lyle Lovett concert. I love this tradition. This was my eighth concert in my 5.5th state (not sure how to count DC). As soon as Lyle announced his summer concert dates I looked for a good prospect (or two). I would just miss the lovely outdoor venue in Lowell, MA, and my brother's wedding and the preceding week of preparations meant I wouldn't have time to plan a flying trip somewhere. So Bridgeport, CT it was! It was within driving distance and the perfect amount of time before the wedding. I offered to buy tickets for both of my parents, but only Mom took me up on it. (That turned out okay because Dad and I had our own adventure a couple of days later - more on that soon!)

On that Wednesday Mom left work early, and we hit the road about 2pm. We promised Dad we'd stay overnight if we were too tired to drive home, but it was only about a 3 1/2 hour drive away. Neither Mom nor I had ever been to Bridgeport, and I hadn't realized it was so close to NYC. We hit a little traffic around Hartford and switched to a less-traveled road, pulling into town about 5:45. We marveled at the gorgeous houses in a variety of architectural styles and enjoyed the gorgeous parks and landscaping. At 6:00 exactly we reached the parking lot to the Klein theater, just as they were opening the gate. We were the first ones to park and chose a spot near lighting and the entrance of the venue, but we realized later the whole lot was well-lit and close to the venue.

We walked about two blocks to an area where I'd scoped out some restaurants on Google Maps and found ourselves in a nice little Chinese-Vietnamese restaurant. We were the first ones there for dinner, and we both ordered pho and some dumplings. I also introduced Mom to bubble tea - my favorite! The food was filling, and I ate tripe for the first time! (It was an accident; I thought it was a noodle. But it was pretty good!) We finished eating around 7:15 and headed back to the theater.

The Klein is a very nice theater - just the right size and with great acoustics. I had purchased tickets the first day they went on sale, but we still couldn't get center orchestra. We 'settled' for third row left orchestra. They were awesome seats!

The Large Band came on stage and started playing just after 8:00, starting with an instrumental as usual. Then the spotlights turned to the back of the theater, and we all turned around to see the one and only Francine Reed, microphone in hand, walk down the aisle to the stage. I had heard she was part of this tour and was thrilled to see her.

I adore Lyle Lovett in concert any time I see him, but the last few times I'd only seen him with his acoustic group, and there's nothing quite like seeing him with the whole Large Band. There were lots of familiar faces; it never fails to amaze me that some of these guys have been playing and touring with Lyle since the 1970s. And even the newer members fit in so seamlessly. It really speaks to the camaraderie and talent of this group of musicians.

The concert lasted almost three hours and was absolutely spectacular. Just the right mix of songs from across his repertoire and a couple sneak previews of new work by Keith Sewell and Luke Bulla. Absolutely fabulous. There were a lot of fans in the audience, but I think there were also lots of people not familiar with the songs too. It was a nice mix, and the audience was - as always - interactive and appreciative.

We left the theater, bought some merchandise, and headed to the car. We waited a few minutes to let the parking clear out before getting in the car, but it took less than ten minutes for us to get out, which is pretty good for a concert of that size.

The drive home wasn't really a fun one given the amount of night construction going on. Mom drove until Springfield, MA; we stopped at a McDonald's drive through to get soft serve and switch drivers, but it took 25 minutes from ordering to getting our cones. The guy in front of us was clearly ordering for an entire work crew, and they hadn't been ready for him. I took over driving and quickly realized that midnight after a long day was probably not the best time to drive Mom's car for the first time. Luckily that stretch of I-91 is a very familiar one, and we made it home without incident, pulling in at 3:00am. It was completely worth it! I can't wait for the next concert in a new state. Or even a state I've seen him in before. It doesn't matter. I'm a devoted fan.


Francine Reed and Lyle Lovett

Such a phenomenal musician, songwriter, and performer


No zoom - awesome seats!

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Still here!

It has definitely been a while. Life has been busy! Work, travel, R&R, family time, and my brother's wedding occupied the last couple of months, and the internet here doesn't lend itself to posting photos or updates very often. But there are stories about Istanbul, Lyle Lovett (of course!), the wedding, and even last year's safaris to catch up on soon. Coming soon!

But here's the latest from Beirut: a sandstorm. A really bad one. We're all hunkering down inside and trying to keep breathing. See here for more information. Lots more going on in Beirut these days, but I'll let you find those articles on your own.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Produce and Groceries in Beirut

It's the little things. I don't have any photographs to accompany this post, sadly, but I wanted to get something up sooner than later. And maybe I'll come up with a less boring title at some point too.

I've been spoiled the last two tours being in places with pretty phenomenal produce variety and quality all year round.

Uganda's bananas and pineapples and papayas (does anyone actually like papaya? I realize I do not, even though it has little taste) and passion fruits and avocados and jack fruits had me in fruit heaven. The veggies were reliable if not outstanding.

Beirut is an absolute dream post in terms of produce. A lot of the items are locally grown and even the imported ones are not too pricey. I arrived here just as strawberries were coming into season, and I bought 1-2 kilos of these huge, fragrant, juicy berries every week. By the time their numbers started decreasing iI had run out of ideas for cooking with them and was a bit tired of eating them at lunch every day. Now stone fruits are coming into season, and the produce stands are overflowing with beautiful cherries and peaches and plums and all of their lovely, delicious cousins. I made a peach and pomegranate crisp a couple weeks ago - a neat combination of flavors. Now it's time to dig out my cold cherry soup recipe from my summer in Hungary/Slovakia. Though as I posted on Facebook recently, I like the idea of eating plums much more than the reality. They're a little too gushy and sour for me.

The veggies here are equally impressive, especially the artichokes. I bought a steamer pot in 2009 for the express purpose of cooking artichokes. It wasn't until 2015 that my pot was in the same country as affordable, good quality artichokes. I've been making up for lost time. Asparagus season was too short for my liking, but I still buy the imported kind. And I snapped up a half kilo of fresh green beans this past weekend that I'm still scheming of the perfect use for.

There's some great fruit stands here (they sell fruits and veggies), and my favorite one gets frequent visits from me and everybody I rave about it to. There's always a helpful young man to help you select and bag your produce, and they're good at helping me learn (relearn, really) the French and Arabic words for all these things. So far we've always been able to match up what I'm looking for. Swiss chard was a tough one, though. As were chives.

In addition to awesome produce, the grocery stores are well stocked. I'm continually amazed at what they stock, though the supplies and selections do ebb and flow on occasion. I also really like that the deli counter attendants are always willing to let you sample a meat or cheese before you commit; sometimes they continue to feed you even after you've made your choice.

Grocery shopping can become a chore, but I'm trying to establish those all-important relationships with the places I frequent (while trying not to be a predictable target, of course), and I'm well on my way. Bring on the summer fruits and veggies!

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

London, DC, and Beirut Catch Up

As I relax at home at the relatively early hour of 6:30pm (I'm leaving work as close to on time as I can while nursing a nasty cold that already kept me home 1.5 days last week), I realize it's time for an update. I still owe a lot of safari posts, but my internet has not been cooperative for photo uploads, so those will have to wait.

So. Beirut continues to challenge and reward me professionally (hence the long hours), and I'm trying hard to achieve a decent work-life balance. It's fine when everybody is here, but anytime anyone is on leave (which is often, because we all desperately need our leave and I encourage folks to take it early and often) it means more work for the rest of us. That's just the reality of operating in a place where the infrastructure doesn't allow for additional officers to be here. I really am not trying to complain, because I love it here and look forward to two more years (I extended to get onto summer cycle), but I don't want to gloss over the realities of life here.

I had my own much-needed break from Beirut recently, escaping to London for a few days before a week in DC for training. London was lovely. The weather was absolutely perfect when I was there except for one day, and I spent that day luxuriating in being in a nice hotel with good internet. And raspberries and M&S salads of course.

Being in London meant getting to spend time with my amazing friend L and her lovely family. We spent many hours in the park playing with her toddler and had a great picnic on Hampstead Heath one afternoon with other friends. We also escaped for an afternoon to Belgravia where we indulged in a stunning afternoon tea, recommended by fellow FS blogger In-Flight Movie. Her description is great and entirely accurate, so go check out her recap! We arrived a little early but they seated us anyway in a cozy window banquette, and we whiled away several hours chatting and eating and having a lovely time. I didn't do a whole lot most days as I really needed rest after a long four month stretch in Beirut. But that, in itself, was great. Doing nothing much in London during the springtime is one of my favorite things ever.

After London I flew to DC and spent a lovely Sunday afternoon with another amazing friend, D (of Kampala stories fame!). We walked to Subway so I could buy more raspberries and then ordered Chinese delivery while we gabbed and caught up on six months of news. This recap of DC time focuses mostly on food since almost all I did aside from training was go out to eat, as one does in DC.

After a first day of training on Monday (and running into some friends at FSI, including the awesome Is It Better than a Brownie?), I headed back to the hotel for an exciting reunion with my parents! They had been in PA for a wedding that weekend so drove down to DC to spend the week with me. We had a wonderful time, and they had some even more wonderful long days of sight seeing. Monday night I drove us to Pentagon Row for a Nando's fix. My parents had been hearing about it since I was first in South Africa in 2003, but this was their first time trying it. (Even though my mom came to South Africa for three weeks in 2005, I guess we never tried it then. Huh.) Anyway, I was very happy that it lived up to all the hype, and they are now Nando's converts as well!

Tuesday they covered the Mall's monuments and the American Indian Museum before we met up for dinner and walked up the hill in Rosslyn to Rhodeside Grill. I happily indulged in the traditional reuben I have every time I'm in the United States. Wednesday they went to the Spy Museum and a few others, and we met up with my aunt and cousin at Lebanese Taverna for an 'authentic' Lebanese mezze feast. The food was fine though not nearly as good as what we get here, but we had a wonderful time catching up.

Thursday and Friday I managed to have lunch at FSI with good friends, which is the magic of FSI. It's nice to know we always end up there at some point or another. On Thursday night we met up with D for pho, which we'd taken my dad to for the first time last November, and this was my mom's first time. It was absolutely delicious, especially on a cool, rainy day. Friday night we met D for a quick dinner at Panera and then headed into DC where we met up with another friend, P, and went to a Capitol Steps show. I'd never seen them before but had heard their songs, and I had an absolute blast. It was laughter from start to finish. The great thing about them is they make fun of absolutely everyone, so it's impossible to get offended about one person or party's depiction. I highly recommend this affordable and accessible weekly show!

Saturday was the only day we had where I could go sightseeing too, but since it was Memorial Day weekend we figured the Mall or environs would be overwhelmingly crowded with tourists. So we headed to Eastern Market and spent a few hours exploring the outdoor stalls. I bought a few pairs of earrings and adored the many lovely dogs hanging out at the market. We had brunch at my dad's favorite tavern (Boxcar) and headed to the hotel for afternoon naps. Our last dinner out was at Cafe Asia, where we enjoyed the great weather and ate on the patio.

Sunday morning was an early start since my parents were starting their drive north. We said goodbye (not too tearful since I'll have R&R relatively soon), and I headed to Mosaic for a day of pampering. I had my nails done, got a massage, had a lovely lunch, had my hair cut, and then shopped at Target for a few more essentials. After that it was off to the airport and back to Beirut. The flights were full and uncomfortable, and I was so incredibly happy to get home and see my cats and sleep in my own bed.

And now, after this long, picture-less recap of the past few weeks, I find it's almost time for bed. Probably because I go to bed ridiculously early, but also because I'm still a wee bit sick. Anyway. My next three trips over the next six months are on the books, and I hope I'll sneak in another weekend getaway or two. So more stories and photos soon, I promise!

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Beirut: Five Pros, Five Cons

It's that time of year again! Time to start doing post research in eager anticipation of bidding season. I am thankful I am on my second year of not having to bid but have already started considering the projected vacancies list for next summer...

I have two posts to write about for the annual FS blogger 5 pro/5 con roundup headed by The New Diplomat's Wife this year. First up, a post I haven't written about too much yet, although I've been here slightly more than three months: Beirut!

This list comes with a caveat: I haven't been at post very long, and I have yet to get out for a break yet. So if I come across as either/both a bit cranky or overenthusiastic, keep those facts in mind.

First, the pros:

1. It's Lebanon! Not many people get to experience this amazing, tiny little country with a gorgeous location right on the Mediterranean. From the famous cedars in the mountains to the beaches of Batroun to the layers of history in Byblos, this country packs a lot into its small area. Beirut is a rapidly developing city with modern shopping malls, pedestrian promenades, and all the shopping anybody could ever want. You can find something to suit any interest here. And the weather is pretty great most of the year.

2. Food. Do I really even need to explain? Lebanese food is famous around the world, for good reason. And if you ever tire of heaping tables of mezze and grilled meats, there are plenty of French bistros and familiar chains to make sure nobody goes hungry (or loses weight). Plus, the grocery stores are well-stocked, and I don't need to be quite the hoarder I was in Uganda. I do miss being able to buy things like corned beef (for reubens) or whole spiral hams or Italian sausage, but these are minor things. And the bread. Oh, the bread. French baguettes and perfect pitas are just the tip of the iceberg.

3. Work. Whatever your portfolio, the work is fascinating and challenging. You work on issues that are absolutely relevant in Washington and have the attention of the world as well. I am lucky to work in a section staffed by some phenomenal local and U.S. employees, and even on the toughest days we can laugh together and I know I'm surrounded by competent, smart people who love their job.  

4. People. When I was in Jeddah I worked with some amazing Lebanese women, and I am happy to report it wasn't just a fluke. The Lebanese are friendly, hospitable, outgoing, and many other great adjectives, and it's absolutely a pleasure to meet and spend time with people here.

5. Travel. We get four R&Rs in a two year tour, and Beirut has direct flights to some amazing locations for shorter getaways. Cyprus is a twenty minute flight away, and Turkey is a popular weekend destination. I can't wait to explore some of the regional opportunities.

And now, the cons:

1. Security restrictions. The security situation dictates life here. You live and work on a small compound. Everybody remembers the Embassy and Marine barracks bombings in the 1980s, and the security situation in Lebanon and the region has been turbulent ever since. You can't self drive, your off-compound moves are limited, and things can and do change in an instant. If you're considering bidding Beirut, you need to know what you're in for. That said, we have an awesome CLO office, and between CLO and the employee association there's almost always something to do. I am never bored and am often spoiled for choice of things to do or see or (often) eat. In a place like this, people come together to make their own fun.

2. Work. There are always two sides to everything. The work is intense and never-ending, and the hours can be long. Infrastructure and resource deficiencies mean we are always operating with fewer people than we need, and so you're usually covering for colleagues who are out on (well deserved and much needed) leave. The stakes are high here, and you can't easily get away from work. This is the first time in a couple weeks I've left by six pm. I'm lucky, though, that I don't have to work weekends unless there's a crisis or I choose to.

3. Creepy crawlies. My biggest fear coming here was about finding a tarantula in my house. Particularly in my bedroom or shower. I still live in fear of this, especially after a close (outside) encounter with one of these nasty creatures a few weeks ago. Tarantulas, scorpions, and poisonous snakes are endemic on the compound, and everybody has a story. I hope I already have my one and only story.

4. War/crisis overload. Lebanon. Syria. Iraq. ISIL. Israel/Palestine. You name the conflict, we've got it represented. Lebanon - a country of four million people - has accepted and UNHCR has registered over 1.4 million Syrian refugees, on top of 500,000 Palestinian refugees who have been here for decades and the thousands (perhaps hundreds of thousands) of undocumented Syrian refugees who are currently here. This permeates all aspects of life here and, particularly for those who work with refugee populations, can be overwhelming as the humanitarian crisis grows with every day the Syrian conflict continues. And this is all while Lebanon keeps a fragile political system aloft without a President for the last year and a political sphere overwhelmed by complicated history and numerous political, religious, and sectarian issues at play.

5. Smoke. I am pretty sure this was one of my cons when I wrote about Jeddah a few years ago. I am very sensitive to smoke of all kinds, and people here love their cigarettes, cigars, and hookah. Everywhere. Even the token non-smoking sections at restaurants. I go out far fewer places than I might just because of this issue.

Anyway, that's a glimpse at life in Beirut! I definitely recommend people bid here, but please make sure you do your research before doing so. Having people who know what their reality will be and are prepared for the ups and downs of compound life makes a huge difference to overall post morale.

Coming soon, Kampala. Previously: Jeddah.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

EAWE: Lake Manyara

Our start the next morning was late enough that we had time to have a sumptuous breakfast at the Serena, finally getting to see our surroundings after our late night arrival. We rushed through the last cups of coffee and pancakes to meet our driver with our luggage as agreed upon. But then he was in no hurry and took his time chatting with other guides. This "hurry up and wait" mode would, unfortunately, become a trend. We were very much beholden to his own internal clock, which seemed to know no logic. More on that later.

Having loaded the vehicle, we set off towards Lake Manyara park itself, a short distance away. The day was overcast, but it was a dry, dusty day. Before we got to the park we started seeing baobabs, one of my favorite African landscape features. I love their hauntingly empty branches for much of the year when everything around them is in full bloom. We also stopped for a troop of baboons on the road, including a very young baby clinging to his mom with such an inquisitive, hairless face that it was a striking vision.

Lake Manyara National Park is on many Tanzanian itineraries simply because it is located between Arusha and the Serengeti. But it's a lovely, albeit small, park with some stunning vistas, both savannah and forestland. It's famous for its birdlife, particularly the flocks of pink flamingos that are drawn to the lake itself. There are leopards and lions, but they're rarely seen. We first encountered several shy blue monkeys who did their best not to pose for photos. We drove through some gorgeous forests with lots of streams and pools of water and fig and mahogany trees before emerging onto the familiar savannah.

There we found a sleepy herd of buffalo and some very brown/red zebras thanks to the blowing dust and dirt. Soon we reached an oasis of sorts with hippos and many, many, many birds. There were several different species in attendance, but the most spectacular views were of the literally thousands of yellow-billed storks. Wow. With each bird standing up to three feet tall, a giant flock like this one is amazingly striking. Especially when hundreds at once take to the air. With wingspans of what seemed like 4-5 feet, it was quite a sight to behold. And behold it we did. For about 45 minutes longer than we wanted to. Don't get me wrong, it was great, but we did not need to spend an hour of an already-packed day sitting there. We tried, many times, to get our guide to move, but he appeared deaf to our appeals. Finally, we were off.

One thing we noticed immediately driving on was how white parts of the savannah appeared, the result of thousands of these white storks moulting. Fascinating. We passed the closest approach to the lake, which was quite far from the current shore given the water levels, and had a very distant view of pink. The flamingos weren't individually recognizable as such, but the sea of hazy pink told us what we were looking at.

We stopped at a hippo pool lookout and stretched our legs on the raised boardwalk before heading back to the lodge for lunch. On our way, though, in the middle of the forest, we came upon a herd of elephants. There were several older females and more adolescent males than I've ever seen at one time, as well as several babies. We were lucky to have the scene to ourselves for a good thirty minutes before another car happened upon us.

The adolescent males put on quite a display, sparring with each other noisily with tusks, trunks, ears, heads, and even sticks. One had already broken a newly-emerged tusk with his antics. An adolescent female was bullied relentlessly by the boys. The matriarchs were preoccupied with the babies, especially one very tiny, sickly little guy. We wondered if his mother might have died, because he clearly wasn't getting enough good. They kept him well hidden most of the time we were there, but they crossed the road at one point, giving us a heartbreaking glimpse of the malnourished young one. I doubt he survived much longer, sadly.

After leaving our private elephant show we drove back to the Serena for lunch before setting off on our long, hard drive to the Serengeti. (And those 45 minutes from earlier? They would have come in handy on that drive.) We didn't have long at Lake Manyara, but it was a charming encounter, albeit a brief one.


Baobab!

That face.

Blue monkey

Buffalo

Bird/hippo oasis

Yellow-billed stork

And in flight

Hippos, including a sweet baby!

Not an insubstantial bird

Crested cranes, Uganda's national bird!



Showing off their impressing wingspans

Furry brown baby zebra

Flamingos. Really.

Elephant family on parade

Follow the leader

Some of the youngest ones

A cheeky adolescent male, already missing a tusk

Nature's camouflage

Sparring

Teenage antics

Tiny baby. Too tiny. Not a nice sight to see


Keeping the frail young one close by


Now who's king of the pachyderms?