Finally, at seven o’clock, Wednesday morning, Denise and I jumped
in the van to head out to the Mara. Our goal for the whole trip was to meet
with the Maasai women who live next to the Masa Mara Game Preserve, to see what
their needs are and find ways to improve their lives.
The drive into the Rift Valley never gets old.
Dann and Bonny, two of our companions for the trip.
Took too many pictures out the window.
I’ve been riding through Narok for thirteen years and it really never changes much.
Just gets more congested.
Random, yet fascinating sites along the way.
Such as this river bed.
And the washed-out bridge.
All was well until it started to rain and we got to this spot.
Then we ended up here for over an hour.
The various herds of livestock walking by didn’t help much.
Even Dann the Maasai couldn’t get the cattle to get out of
the road.
We were shocked that this guy was able to pull us out.
But we were finally on our way to the safari camp. . . Stay tuned.
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