{"id":394,"date":"2014-06-14T22:58:42","date_gmt":"2014-06-14T22:58:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.photoparadiso.com\/africa2014\/?p=394"},"modified":"2014-08-08T22:22:46","modified_gmt":"2014-08-08T22:22:46","slug":"day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.photoparadiso.com\/africa2014\/?p=394","title":{"rendered":"Day 2"},"content":{"rendered":"
June 3, 2014: The Story<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0Photo Gallery<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0Mobile Gallery<\/a><\/div>\n
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Morning is a warm glow, illuminating fuzzy halos around each blade of Serengeti grass. It\u2019s a quiet way to introduce what would be a thrilling\u00a0day: spotting thirty lions! With Randy riding with us this time (he takes turn mentoring different members of our group), Jeff and I do our best to apply our new knowledge of shooting animals. Throughout the day, continuous encounters with lions and other wildlife provide us plenty of exercise. When we\u2019re not taking pictures, we’re standing up in our moving vehicle with the popped-up roof, soaking in the breeze\u00a0as our driver Kileo navigates to the next animal sighting\u00a0that\u2019s communicated over radio.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>By the way, in addition to shooting, I\u2019m doodling in my sketchbook. The previous day, I\u2019m dubbed \u201cwoman with book who is painting\u201d by our Tanzanian tour guides. There\u2019s no Swahili word for sketching, so our driver tries hard to describe to the other groups\u00a0by radio what I\u2019m doing.<\/p>\n

Our first full day of safarin\u2019 leaves us exhausted. Even at night, your senses don\u2019t get a rest. The first few nights at our camp, we don\u2019t sleep well as we are delightfully distracted by the grunting, rumbling croaks from wildebeest (who are, if I remember correctly, starting to head for the western corridor<\/a> of the Serengeti in favor of greener grass). We also occasionally hear lions moaning and hyenas yelping in the mix, and sometimes a galloping of hooves, traveling from one end of the camp to the other. We\u2019re not supposed to poke outside our tent in the middle of the night, but we\u2019re happy to let our\u00a0imagination run wild.<\/p>\n

-k<\/p>\n

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