Etosha
May 15th 2006
From the packs of little baby mongoose and their mothers that ran around camp looking for food to working out by the waterhole before the afternoon game drive, doing leg lifts with curious zebra and oryx watching. Whispering around the waterhole at night while watching shy black rhino though binoculars, wishing my eyesight was better, Etorsha, the white dust.
My eyes may never be the same with
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