Pole Sana, Obedi (Poor Obedi)

Pole Sana, Obedi (poor obedi)

This time, as we exited the Serengeti, I took my time stopping the car and capturing the most amazing photos I can imagine of the Great Migration!  Billions of Wildebeest roamed the pre-serengeti trail.  In fact, at one point, we could see a line of Wildebeest stretching for miles upon miles, waiting to get to the Kenyan Border and the Maasai Mara.  Once we got to Ngorongoro, we borrowed a  cook, and we set up tents on our own!  Turned out that J, Nat, and I make one mean camping machine!  Within 30 minutes we had set up 2 tents --- yes, you non-believers, girls camp too! Hehe.

In the meanwhile, our guide Joneson, drove off with Obedi to the Hospital.  That evening after enjoying a night with friendly tourists, a dead mouse under our dining table, bugs, and a borrowed cook, I set off with Joneson to check up on Obedi -- you see, Obedi had requested we bring him tea to the  hospital. 

As I didn’t want to be ‘that’ tourist I did NOT take photos of the hospital.  Therefore, I’ll attempt my best at describing the scene.  The parking lot to the hospital had 3-5 wild buffalo just hanging around, grazing by our safari truck like it ‘aint a thang’.  We entered a short 1 story building that was fairly large in size and then continued through the second wooden door we saw on the right.  Within, was a room with 4 twin beds on each of the 4 corners of the room.  On the back right, lay our Obedi, all snugged up under a deep green blanket.  Turned out they had diagnosed him with pneumonia and had started him on medications.  Also, turns out a grown man with an American woman fawning over him makes for a very good, happy patient.  When asked if he felt better his response was always ‘betta betta’ plus a ridiculously large, pathetic puppy dog smile that had Joneson and me fawning over him even more!  Obedi had demanded some tea from the hospital which was our reason for the late night trip.  Driving to the hospital that night taught me that the Serengeti has strict laws on how late a car can be on the street.  After 10 pm, no cars are allowed out unless it was a true emergency.  Moreover, we were only allowed to leave at 8 30 pm that night with the permission of our park ranger. 

I end this blog with a list of things lost on our safari:

-          3 broken safari fold away chairs – we’d brought along the cheapest chairs possible

-          My gym shoes – they were stolen from ther safari truck

-          A cook. *he’s alive, just at the hospital*

-          Some tent pegs..they were later found

-          And a squito repellent bottle.

Then, we were off to Ngorongoro Crater!