It is wet this year in Tanzania. And green. Very, very green. The evidence of rain was visible, especially in the muddy forested trail we used to climb up (operative word here is up) 2000 feet to see a magnificent waterfall in the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. The mud showed the prints of others who had used the trail before us (mainly elephant and Cape buffalo). We had strict instructions from our guide to lay flat in the mud should we come upon a cape buffalo, who are very aggressive creatures. In addition, we were told that once we were on the ground, the Cape buffalo would most likely pee on us to see if he could make us get up, but under no circumstances should we do so. Thank goodness we did not see a cape buffalo on this trail.
As we drove to the entrance of the Ngorongoro Conservation area, we stopped so that Ephata, our guide, could get our permit to enter. We heard honking coming from our vehicle and ran to find a baboon sitting in the driver’s seat having fun with the horn and looking like he was ready to take us for a spin. My husband had apparently left the window open a crack and the baboon got inside, looking for food.