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It's a jolly holiday with Chijnga ... Born in Africa 
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. It's a jolly holiday with Chijnga, Chijnga Makes your heart so light .. but do you remember? "How nice to walk with Mary, his smile the sun is dawning," In English is better: a walk through the bush with Chijnga (beyond dell'improponibilità of the name for us is still "belt") will lighten the heart and transports you to a dimension in which contact with the life of the bush is so close that you feel to be part of an enchanted world. Just like Mary Poppins. And 'experience of colors, smells, sounds live, not locked in a jeep to skin contact with nature. 
So yes you can appreciate the scent of wild sage that knows a bit 'lemon, you can hear the wings of a blend of sacred ibis fly a few feet away from you, you can go to browse the nests arranged as a weaver birds building, you can watch the huge and tireless work of termites 
. Chijnga, 
stealthily, quietly, bring your hands to discover the mysteries of that kingdom here is beyond the impressions of the buffalo, beyond the toilets of the impala that seems to elect a place to evacuate unlike rhinos who make it happen where. Later the Amarula tree to the delight of the elephants. Amarula trees are in fact the pub that is preferred by elephants strafogano of their berries and then, drunk, running around to pull down trees and everything that comes along their way. In Venice, when did you raise your elbow you say you are "gone for walls." Your jacket bears the unmistakable signs plaster fact that this side hits, hits in there (and thank goodness that the streets are narrow) you still stuck on him. Here the acacia trees, teak, mahogany do the same service of the Venetian walls, the elephants are standing but they are uprooted. 
And what about when you face a hundred buffalo watching you with suspicion? 
I just hope to go on to ruminate and ignore you, because the ranger who accompanies you has such a gun but it's probably not very useful in case of attack. Better to get away and enjoy the spectacle of the giraffe: the long necks sprouting from clear, the mild eyes looking more tender twigs, with slow elegance and tear the leaves begin to chew slowly, very slowly. 
How quiet and calm are the wildebeest, big big and shy, just be aware of your presence running away after the leader of the pack has checked that the females and children are safe. And we get pretty much the ultimate goal of pilgrimage: the close encounter with the king of these places, the white rhino. Strange feeling, until you are really close, you do not realize that it is a beast, you see only a huge gray stone. Then she sees a half-title, ridiculous as it is small in the mass that looks like a rocky mountain at last check the horn and there you realize that you have in front of Mr Rhino. He is nearly blind but it feels great and above all has a smell superfine. Chijnga bring us so that our smell does not come to his nostrils. There, in front of 3 tons corpaccione distributed on a high about two meters long and four that, I say, moving with the agility of a gazelle, you just feel naked and raw. "He is sleeping" whispers Chijnga going closer and closer to ... the jungle, the mighty jungle, the rhino sleeps tonight, a-weh-Weem, Weem-a-weh .. 
. . It's a jolly holiday with Chijnga, Chijnga Makes your heart so light .. but do you remember? "How nice to walk with Mary, his smile the sun is dawning," In English is better: a walk through the bush with Chijnga (beyond dell'improponibilità of the name for us is still "belt") will lighten the heart and transports you to a dimension in which contact with the life of the bush is so close that you feel to be part of an enchanted world. Just like Mary Poppins. And 'experience of colors, smells, sounds live, not locked in a jeep to skin contact with nature. 
So yes you can appreciate the scent of wild sage that knows a bit 'lemon, you can hear the wings of a blend of sacred ibis fly a few feet away from you, you can go to browse the nests arranged as a weaver birds building, you can watch the huge and tireless work of termites 
. Chijnga, 
stealthily, quietly, bring your hands to discover the mysteries of that kingdom here is beyond the impressions of the buffalo, beyond the toilets of the impala that seems to elect a place to evacuate unlike rhinos who make it happen where. Later the Amarula tree to the delight of the elephants. Amarula trees are in fact the pub that is preferred by elephants strafogano of their berries and then, drunk, running around to pull down trees and everything that comes along their way. In Venice, when did you raise your elbow you say you are "gone for walls." Your jacket bears the unmistakable signs plaster fact that this side hits, hits in there (and thank goodness that the streets are narrow) you still stuck on him. Here the acacia trees, teak, mahogany do the same service of the Venetian walls, the elephants are standing but they are uprooted. 
And what about when you face a hundred buffalo watching you with suspicion? 
I just hope to go on to ruminate and ignore you, because the ranger who accompanies you has such a gun but it's probably not very useful in case of attack. Better to get away and enjoy the spectacle of the giraffe: the long necks sprouting from clear, the mild eyes looking more tender twigs, with slow elegance and tear the leaves begin to chew slowly, very slowly. 
How quiet and calm are the wildebeest, big big and shy, just be aware of your presence running away after the leader of the pack has checked that the females and children are safe. And we get pretty much the ultimate goal of pilgrimage: the close encounter with the king of these places, the white rhino. Strange feeling, until you are really close, you do not realize that it is a beast, you see only a huge gray stone. Then she sees a half-title, ridiculous as it is small in the mass that looks like a rocky mountain at last check the horn and there you realize that you have in front of Mr Rhino. He is nearly blind but it feels great and above all has a smell superfine. Chijnga bring us so that our smell does not come to his nostrils. There, in front of 3 tons corpaccione distributed on a high about two meters long and four that, I say, moving with the agility of a gazelle, you just feel naked and raw. "He is sleeping" whispers Chijnga going closer and closer to ... the jungle, the mighty jungle, the rhino sleeps tonight, a-weh-Weem, Weem-a-weh .. 
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