This morning I woke up to my aunt yelling that we were going to an elephant sanctuary! I had a quick breakfast, and then we headed to the sanctuary. We arrived, and we walked to the area where 11 of the 22 baby elephants were. The elephants were rolling around in the mud and throwing the mud at each other and eating leaves. I had never seen elephants up close let alone touch them. There was only a thin strand of rope separating myself from the baby elephants. One of the men who works at the sanctuary was talking over a microphone about how the sanctuary came to be, why each of the elephants is there, and the reason why sanctuaries are vital. Who spoke in depth about the human influence on an animal’s natural life. Like poachers of course. There were only two elephants that resided at the sanctuary that were there because their mothers died of natural causes. All of the other babies were there because of poachers and human influence. We stayed at the elephant sanctuary for about two hours touring around and petting the elephants and watching them play.
After the elephants, we went to the giraffe sanctuary. Giraffes are one of my favorite animals so seeing and feeding them was quite a big deal. It was funny because the giraffes have very long purples tongues that are kind of rough like a cats tongue and it would wrap around your fingers to get the pellet, so that was a very different experience. We spent a long time talking to the people who work at the sanctuary about the giraffes, where they come from, and then just some interesting giraffe facts.
Next, we went to local shops where everything was made in Kenya and then had lunch had a delicious little food truck. I got a chicken wrap on chapati which looks like a tortilla and is fried and is DELICIOUS. We then went to a different market which had many various Kenyan artisans, so we spent a long time looking at all of the goodies.
Hours for the day: 7
Hours in total: 66.5
Until tomorrow,
Maria
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| Artisan and traditional masks |
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| a painting at the artisan center |
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| Me and Mbingo a three-year-old male |
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