Ngorongoro

Künkel, Reinhard

1992

Book ID 139

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Künkel, Reinhard Ngorongoro, 1992

greeted with sunshine

Several places in the banks had been carved out by elephants. The marks of their tusks was clearly visible in the bare soil. Not unlike the drills used by road-builders to bore holes for explosives, the elephants' strong tusks had loosened small portions of compacted earth which contained the salt they love. Near Karatu, up in the forest behind Gibb's Farm, these powerful salt-miners have excavated a cave large enough for several elephants to stand in.

Karatu greeted us with sunshine. The little market there was rich in people, dialects, colours and oriental odours, especially on the days when the stock market was held and the farmers from the surrounding area drove their cattle, sheep and goats to an open field next to the small town. There was also no shortage of Maasai Land-Rovers, as the donkeys were called by some locals.

Bananas, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, papayas, coconuts and lemons were the main items on our shopping list. ... With the shopping done, we drove a few miles through the rolling farmland to the Ngorongoro Safari Lodge, which is situated at the edge of the forest and overlooks the hills and valleys rolling toward the Great Rift Valley in the south-west. Every time we called in, this little island of flowers and comfort would greet us with its special atmosphere of warmth and friendliness. Seeing our friends Margaret and Per always added that extra bit of pleasure and provided another incentive for the four hour round-trip. An excellent buffet eaten on the lawn had nothing to do with the timing, of course. Usually we only left after tea, also served on the lawn. From here there was a beautiful view across the coffee- and maize- fields of the surrounding farmlands. There was plenty of space for the eyes to travel over undulating country toward the blue mountains of a distant horizon.

Extract ID: 3699

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Künkel, Reinhard Ngorongoro, 1992

the coldest months

With every passing day the dry season got drier. It was not even particularly warm. July and August being the coldest months in the crater. The equator heat had turned into the equator cold. When I left in the morning I made sure that there was a sweater in the Land-Rover and that my warm jacket was close by. During the weeks of our African "winter" this item was promoted to number one on the daily check-list. It pushed counting the film supply into second place, and the petrol check into third.

Extract ID: 3700
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