Kenya is a country of color. There’s the red of Masai warriors, the purple of the Jacaranda trees, which were in flower when we were there, the pink of flamingos en masse, the green of the mountains, the mishmash of brightness at the markets and the dry expanse of the National Parks.
Some of my favorite all-time memories occurred in Kenya.
We hired a black taxi cab to visit the giraffe reserve and Karen Blixen’s house.
Browns and ginger are prevalent here! Hubby feeding the giraffes.
More browns with a touch of red. Me feeding a giraffe. Check out that tongue!
The greens of the gardens and trees and the sienna of the brick. Karen Blixen’s house!
The red of the apparel. Handsome Masai men!
Brown and green. A pride of lions having a midday snooze.
As I said, Kenya holds lots of great memories for me. I can still feel the rasp of that giraffe’s tongue. They were amazing and it was the coolest thing seeing different types of giraffes. I’ve had a thing for giraffes ever since.
What is one fun memory from your past that has really stuck with you?