A peculiar photo safari

The Murchison Falls are distant. They are a presence, a voice that runs; some of us has also also saw them. Peple will say wonders. Imagine, a river like the Nile, which flows there before our eyes, calm and quiet, but broad as a lake, which tends to take a gorge that looks like the eye of a needle and in addition it does a jump of about fifty meters! I say, can you understand? All the water of the Nile going headlong into a chicane of rock that only the millennia may scratch and vents foaming and bellowing like a hundred herds of buffalo to the charge. There are times when get up these clouds of steam drops that the sun, admired, caresses with more than a rainbow. In short, the waterfalls are there, but they do not disturb the peace of these magnificent carpeted hills of tall grass, just shaded by clumps of trees from the tender leaves, but sometimes with thorny branches and slender palm trees moving in the breeze like oriental dancers. The park is a paradise and there we stay like kings. Only a little too many tourists, at least at certain times of the year, but one has to get by and for the poor countries, or, as they say, of the "Third World" is a grace of heaven have places like this where, who can, come to spend good money. This is not, however, a period of great tourist traffic and we live well in the park, without too many contractual commitments to be honored with the administration that runs it. Yesterday, for example, only four off-road vehicles have passed. It was just when the sun had come and with a promise of a nice warm and a bit windy day. George, John and I (my name is Austin) we stood on a hill near the Paraa Lodge, great place where unfortunately we are not allowed to enter. Just get up, we were giving a look around to see how was going the morning, when, a few hundred meters from us, stops a Land Rover. Three Nordic appeared at the car window- I now have got the eye - perhaps German, rather in the flesh, nothing special, but it is low season. Some pictures and then they descend, approach just a bit, because the driver is always there to tell that there is danger. But what danger it is, if for years even here the lions were put on a diet and do not touch human flesh! But seen up close, the three are not bad. Oh dear, a bit of excess flash, as I said. The blonde has two hips that seems to my Aunt Rose and the brunette with short hair cut, has boobs Valkyrie type, but overall we have seen worse. They look at us admired. well I want to see! Three males like us where they find them? I do not want to brag, but I and the other two are a great bunch of wrapped muscles of burnished skin like hardened iron. Types so they are certainly not material found on beaches where they go hunting in the summer. George immediately plays the fool. Swells his chest, lifts the head, gets in the profile - from his best side as he says - and John gazes them with his languid look, which he says is his secret weapon - some stupid from time to time may fall. The three look at us with obvious admiration. Want to see that the good day starts right from the morning? But here comes another off-road, or rather two, and these go back and go away. Who are these pain in the ass? Here is the usual family of Italians. Only the Japanese can do more photographs, but at least they do not speak much. At a guess father and mother and two sons or daughter and son in law or so. And they take pictures here and there. Film up, film down. How tender that gazelle, what force the buffalo, but when do we see the lion ... in short the usual anthology of nonsense, we understood each other. Behind their car there is another. These seem to me more discreet. Two decent people. They look at the landscape, take a look also at us, without considering us circus specimens, just a couple of photos. They seem to be two who know their stuff and they know Africa, especially the one who drives. One of the two calls the other Damiano: it seems to me the right name to a missionary ... what do you want, sensations. Even these they go, no, they come back. Just imagine, the girls are back! I cannot stand them. With that pace throughout hips swaying and that top-down look as if in the world there were only them! And then the languid eyes - seem to me only like an idiot - but so, they always manage to polarize the attention. Photos and photos and photos ... But the misfortunes never come alone: now we begin to be too many! Also coming Betty and Susan with that crowd of buddies with whom they always go around. All dude and polished, with that line they say slender, but at the three of us they just seem stupid that to keep the weight they would do who knows what sacrifices. These gullible of tourists, to which is added a laughable pair - she a big woman with a hat and he seems like the kind that an ancester of mine called Stanley - you drink their languor like fresh water. What should we do for a living ... thank goodness that here comes that beautifull Josephine to put all of us agree: there are only eyes for her and I believe you! I'd love to, but but what you want, George, John and I are buffalo, the lanky are giraffes and the pussy with their friends gazelles Impala: for us it is better to stay away from Josy and from that bad guy of his partner. Since he heard that they call him Lion King he has put on an arrogance!

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