I took a day off and I made a trip out of town. You do the trip on Sunday at the Parco Lambro if you're in Milan or at Parco San Giuliano in Venice where you are. I've made to the picnic because the Botswana Chobe Park is just around the corner.
Before his death, buried by your reasonable "Macumba" thrown to my address from your sweaty desk, I will tell you how it went. I joined a group of Italians strolled for Zambia with "solidarity trips" that have shared with me the disappointment of seeing a shred of lion. Yes, because when one goes on a safari want to see a lion, at least one, otherwise what is safari? 
If this is your first time you venture into this business the first mangy impala burning behind the box office where you pay the ticket is the hero of the day and receive a flurry of photographs by each tourist. 
The same applies to the first elephant sighting, 
the first kudu, hippo the first ... are the ones who never forget. At the five-hundredth impala, elephant, kudu, etc ... when the card is from 2 megabytes to collapse, put up the camera and finally you enjoy the pleasure of being in the middle of the savannah. Why not use safari as your digital once used the gun (you've thought that "shoot" means firing but also photograph?) 
is rather unique opportunity to stay in the middle of a world of colors, smells, sounds, and sensations of all unusual fascinating. But like all good human preach evil and scratching. 
It 'a great temptation to fix the family of hippos in the same gray mud in which they sleep peacefully, while the red-billed rails are in great job of cleaning the eyes. 
So as not resist to capture the extravagant image of the crocodile with his mouth open to get some 'of cool: 
seems to have put a pose in front of a strain that reproduces perfectly its sihlouette, or even the curious hoax 
group of oryx that were certainly granted disdainfully and show their backsides, or even the giraffona vain looking at me ready to get to a close, or finally the moment when a species of heron giant gray with orange bill (damn, too busy shoot ... I missed the name) takes off. 
What, you feel like a photographer for National Geographic! You say: but where is the world of sensations? E 'here, and here it is crossing the Chobe River to an endless line of elephants, 
Blessed is the coexistence of crocodiles, herons and impala everyone involved to get their facts, 
is simply the variety of shades of red to orange to ocher African soil against a blue sky. The remaining photos, the ones that, to understand, complete the 2 megabytes, I'll show you when I get back in Italy. Without the lion. 
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