My backside hitting the cold metal of the jeep’s seat did more to wake me up than coffee. One tends to think of Africa as hot. Well, it is in summer, but we were here in May (winter in the southern hemisphere) and the pre-dawn chill, compounded by being in an open jeep, made me very glad we had warm jackets, several layers of sweaters, hats, and gloves. After my first encounter with the metal seat, I was also grateful for our driver’s thoughtful pile of warm blankets. As the sun rose, I could empathize with the baboons sitting in patches of sunlight, all facing the rising sun, thawing out from the cold night like some religious gathering.
Our morning drives started in lobby of the Lod...Read More