Sunday, April 9, 2017

Africa - Part 7

     Yeen Lan stayed very busy trying to get a birth certificate for each child. It was a major task. Many public officials just didn't care. Or at best, were very lax.  She would get all her paperwork in order, drive a long way over very rough roads to get to court, get it before a judge, only to face total incompetency. It just wouldn't be ready. Sometimes, they would complain about all the work involved, expecting a bribe. She would just stare them down, saying, "I only want you to do your job." Then repeat it.
     Sometimes, she would be told at the very end, "This requires a parent's signiture."
     "So, you're telling me, I just need to take this orphan out to the cemetery, dig up a parent, and get a signature?"
     Once, a Judge told her he had left the papers at home. "So let's go get them." The Judge pointed to a long waiting line. "I'm sure they would all be willing to wait, so this child can get an identity." So they did. Anything to get this woman off his back. At home, the Judge couldn't find them. She started through his papers, and found them.
     It was time for our safari. We were to fly, instead of driving as was normally the case, because people were still killing each other in the countryside. When we arrived at the dirt runway in our thirty passenger plane, a man was busy clearing the wild animals off the runway. We were at the Masai Mara, the Kenyan portion of the Serengeti. When we stepped out, our guide had a small folding table set up beside his four wheel drive vehicle. He constantly watched for dangerous animals while we had cookies and tea.
     Our guide, Wesley, drove toward Kichwa Tembo camp, which would accomodate sixty or so, but only we and fourwomen were there now. All white people in Kenya now were still UN related or missionaries, and this group was no exception. Wesley had been one of Kenya's top distance runners. He told us they all got into distance running because it was the only chance they would have to come to America. He ran a four minute flat mile in the finals, but didn't qualify.
     We went to our tent to stow our stuff, and get ready for our first outing. Monkeys were all around us, and warthogs were everywhere. When we left our tent, I tied the doorway tightly, as instructed, to keep out baboons. Our first trip went well, for a time. It was a big plain with sparce trees. Many large animals could be seen scattered throughout the plain. After we had gotten a good close up look at a lot of animals, and were miles from camp, a major storm blew up just before dark. Wesley got out rain gear for us all in that open Jeep, But it did little good in this storm. The plain was flooded, and we got stuck, again and again, each time finally managing to get out. After dark, I kept my face covered to try to keep out some of the rain. I once looked out, just as a big lion jumped out from in front of the jeep, and stared at us hard. I knew this was the last place on earth that I wanted to spend the night. We finally got back to our tent, on the edge of the plain. We were protected from the animals outside by a couple of strands of electrified wire. We were freezing, but felt safer, and they had placed hot water bottles in our beds. Two guards wandered about, armed with bows and arrows."Arrows? against a Lion?" I thought. But These were Masai warriors, the most experienced people in the world with Lions. I had read that President Obama had also used Masai warriors for security when he went on safari.
     Early the next morning, I was awakened by big animals of some description, growling loudly, around our tent. "You've got to be kidding me," I thought. This just had to be recordings, played to make our experience more real. Didn't need that. It had been far too real already, last night. Turned out, a warthog was in heat and a couple of males were fighting.

     Once in the Jeep for our morning outing, Wesley got a message from another guide, in Swahili, so we didn't get the drift, But he headed out fast. On the way, he explained, Large animals just see the Jeep as one big unit. Step out of the Jeep, they see you as a meal. Don't get out for any reason. He told us of a honeymoon couple a few weeks earlier. They were filming a lion, and the husband stepped out to get a better picture. The wife was operating a video, and she filmed her husband's death. CONTINUED

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