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| Giraffe and Tree |
Most of my African tourism has been accidental or on the way to somewhere else. But I finally did a real African tourist activity—I went on safari to Zakouma National Park. But in typical Amanda-fashion, it was a snap decision, based on little to no scheduling information without any input from outside sources. I was also super lazy about finding out anything about the trip. I let Annie run around and do everything because she is a grown up for real often and I mostly just pretend for the sake of societal expectations for women of my age.
In spite of my laissez-faire attitude towards the trip planning part of the program, I made it on the flight! Of course, as it was a friend of mine who was flying the plane, I would have had to be really negligent not to make it. I have the potential to be that negligent, but being raised by Peter Stillman, champion of prompt airport arrival times and Being Organized, has engendered in me a certain respect for airport punctuality that most definitely would not have occurred naturally. In the interest of full disclosure, I was a bit late for Naomi’s pick up from the office, as Joe decided it would be hilarious to make me chase him around the yard instead of getting in the car like a nice dog so I could drop him off at the office where he would spend the next few days. Not wanting him to be eaten by a lion he tried to make friends with, I thought it best to leave him in the big city.
To get to Zakouma National Park from N’djamena you have several options.
Option A) You commit to a very long day of driving, hoping for no break downs, flat tires or impassable road conditions.
Option B) You commit to driving for two days, with a stopover in Bitkine or Mongo probably. You still hope for no break downs or flat tires, but you have some leeway to deal with those problems. Impassable road conditions are probably going to stop you anyway.
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| There is a giraffe in the middle of this photo I took from the plane-- zoom in to see! |
Option C) You hire a very expensive private plane to take you. This is kind of what I did. In fact, I jumped on a MAF flight with a MAF pilot and his family, celebrating their last trip to Zakouma before they move on to greener pastures. Literally. They are leaving Chad so pretty much anywhere they go will be greener than here. We were also joined by a South African pilot for a couple of days who was in charge of flying the plane back a bit early to pick up another client from a different town and fly them all over before coming back to pick us up. There was also another South African family who joined us, bringing all their Kruger National Park experience with them. And then there were Annie and Amanda, the tag-a-long ladies, unencumbered by children or husbands. We were also first-time safari ladies. (Note for the Indo people: I shouldn’t count Taman Safari, right? That doesn’t count because it was not real. Though we did have giraffes licking the windows and zebras blocking the road.)
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| Selfie with giraffes coming out the top of my head |
We stayed in the slightly cheaper camp, which was actually quite nice. Annie and I shared a room with an enthusiastically loud fan that would have drowned out the loudest bar musician in the world. I wished I could have taken it home with me, though I sometimes worry about those kind of fans shaking themselves loose from the ceiling and falling on me in the middle of the night, maiming me forever.
Meals were included in the accommodation because there is no where else to buy food there. I know that French cuisine gets lots of accolades, but I’m not a huge fan. There is not enough spice in it and way too many creams and sauces with varying bland tastes and slimy textures. Annie nobly ate all her food, setting a good example for the children, but I was on vacation sort of and I felt free to refuse to eat salads dripping with mayonnaise-based sauces and covered in sardines, aka cat food. I also don’t like hard boiled eggs because they look like an eyeball and smell like a fart. I did say this in front of the children, which probably wasn’t very nice of me, but the youngest child learned how to say a new word (eyeball, not fart—he’ll get that one later as he has an older brother), and it’s always good to expand the vocabulary of young children. At any rate, they didn’t bring me along because I would be a good influence on the children. That’s why they invited Annie. She is to blame for me. So indirectly it is her fault that I got some children in trouble for throwing rocks into the crocodile pond. No crocodiles were injured in the game. I just wanted to see how the green water would sploosh.
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| Fellow salad-hating TCK and a baby giraffe carcass |
Enough about the accommodations and setting examples for children—we went to see the animals! And we weren’t disappointed. The best time to go to Zakouma is during the dry season. In the rainy season all the bushes and trees and elephant grass are good hiding places and the animals can find more remote sources of water to stay away from the few intrepid tourists that make it all the way out there to see them. February is in the middle of dry season, and usually not supposed to be hot. Hot season came early this year, though, and I’m ok with it.
We piled into an open vehicle and drove around the park several times a day looking for animals. We saw plenty of giraffes, lions, and even several elephants every day. We also saw ostriches, crocodiles, buffalo, baboons, civet cats, genets, mongoose, warthogs, and hyenas. And more, but I can’t remember the names of all the birds because there were a lot of them and they aren’t as exciting to photograph as lions.
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| This is what our open car looked like. Lions could have jumped in if they were hungry. We had snacks. |
It was fun driving around and looking at animals. Everyone was supposed to be really quiet so we didn’t scare them away in spite of the fact that the car was bouncing around. I think it could have been a parental rule so that children had to whisper-yell for their parents to give them snacks.
Annie was a bit perturbed by the nearness of various packs of lions eating their prey. Once when we drove past a lion on her side of the car, she dove into my lap, thinking I could protect her, I guess. I did. She is still alive today. I may have also traumatized her a bit taking her for a walk near our camp to the crocodile pond. We got a bit too close and one jumped out at us. There was screaming. We found an alternative route back to the camp. It turns out, crocodiles can climb rocks, though I’d assured Annie they could not minutes prior to the attack. After that experience she refused to come on the walking tour, though we had a guide with a gun.
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| Wildlife even in the bathrooms! I can't get away from bats. |
I really enjoyed walking around in the early morning. We never saw as many animals early in the morning as we did in the late afternoon and evening drives, but we did get to walk up to some lions eating a dead baby giraffe. We passed by some on their way to the kill and they weren’t happy to see us. They growled a bit and I noticed that the guide’s hand clutched his gun a bit, but sadly, there were no exciting attacks on the walk either.
In conclusion, you should go visit Zakouma National Park. It’s even better than Kruger National Park, according to the South Africans, because there are no rules! (OK, so they didn’t say that it was better, but they did say that there were more rules at Kruger, including staying on the road at all times and signing up a year in advance for a walking tour.)
Chad=Freedom
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| Buffalos. Apparently one of the Big 5, but kind of boring. |
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| Intrepid Walking Tour Group. |
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| Walking Tour Guide with Gun |
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| We interrupted the lions eating this giraffe carcass during our walking tour. They left us to photograph and then came back after we left. We saw them again later when we were in the car a couple hours later. It takes a long time to eat a baby giraffe apparently. Interestingly, they were fine sticking around with their food when we were in the car, but they left quickly when we were on foot. |
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| Close up. |
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| Hyena |
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| Deer thing. We saw lots of the fancy deer/antelope. I'm less excited by these various types of exotic cattle. |
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| Giraffes are cool though. |
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| Elephants are always cool |
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| Lion. Ferocious. Violent. Yes. |
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| Back seat selfie |
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| TCKs become friends easily |
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| Eating some South African sausage together. Good stuff. |
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| Two giraffes. We saw a lot of them. They're cool so your instinct is always to take photos. |
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| Biawak/monitor lizard. Less cool because I've seen these a lot in Indo and I've eaten them too. They taste gross. But slimy French salad is worse. |
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| Lion under bush. She hates tourists. |
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| Pregnant and cranky and not craving weird stork bird things. |
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| The broken road where I confidently told Annie that crocodiles can't climb rocks. Did I know this for sure? No. But I really convinced myself that it was true. Then a crocodile jumped out at us from under the broken bit of road. Annie doesn't trust me anymore with my Animal Facts. |
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| She's smiling here because we haven't yet been attacked by crocodiles. |
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| I made her take a million photos of me standing in elephant footprints, which is what I'm doing here, to show the size. |
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| Here I'm sitting in a footprint |
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| Here is my selfie in an elephant footprint. You can't tell that I'm in a footprint though, and that's why I made Annie take all the other photos. Elephants are big. Sorry my photos are terrible. Google "Zakouma National Park" and enjoy some photos taken by real photographers. |
