Why did the Flap Necked Chameleon cross the road?
We have no idea, but it sure made for a cool photo, especially when he looked right at us with one of his beady little eyes.
To learn more about these color-changing animals, check out this site.
|Following his mother up an acacia tree, a one-yr-old leopard stares at a Land Rover of photo-happy tourists.|
|Awwww! A baby zebra peers over her mom's shoulder.|
|The vigilant parents of a baby water buffalo stand guard. Buffalo are the third most deadly animal in Africa when it comes to killing humans.|
|A mud-covered baby elephant calls for his mother. This little guy put on a show wallowing in a water hole.|
|Baby giraffe with mom.|
|Having a Kilimanjaro beer at the foot of Mt. Kilimanjaro. Thanks, contributing readers!|
|Mt. Kilimanjaro at sunrise.|
|The sail of a whale shark safari boat features two silhouettes of what are the world's largest fish.|
|A massive whale shark tries to hide from the camera in the choppy waters off Mafia Island.|
|Kip and our safari guide Afro, who's the godfather of whale shark swimming in Mafia.|
|Liz cruises past three Mafia natives on her way to the beach.|
|An island woman sells fish on the beach. Thanks Wolf and Ollie for posing (aka, lazing on the beach ALL day).|
|Mafia is home to colorful birds, including this Lilac-breasted Roller.|
|More happy kids.|
|Fishing takes a village, at least around Mafia, whose waters teem with fish. The small boat above is filled with a gang of helpful islanders needed to set and retrieve the heavy nets used in the surrounding waters.|
|Kip (far right) joins a local gang |
assisting a driver re-start his van.
|An intimidating gang of feral cats|
stakes out a fish seller
|Another fishing gang pulling in nets on the island's north shore.|
|Liz cleans up trash in the Mafia Marine Reserve. Only a gang of litterers would trash a beach as beautiful as Mafia's.|
|This group of plastic bottle caps, styrofoam and a lighter shows more of the work of the litter gang.|
|Kip, trash bag in hand, joins Liz to clean up the beach, littered by the work of the aforementioned litterers.|
|Hunting pygmy hippos on Mafia Island. The noise from beating the water is meant to wake up hippos, causing them to rise to the surface where we could shoot them (with our cameras, of course).|
|Hippo hunt map.|
We went to get away for a while (traveling is tiring stuff), to dive in the Mafia Island Marine Park,and to attempt to track down the aforementioned gang of hard-to-find hippos.
|Guides show us the hippo trail. Supposedly.|
|Liz and our 12-yr-old guide, who knew where all the hippos lived. They were on vacation the day we were there.|
|One of the well-maintained trails supposedly frequented by hippos.|
|A shark awaits his turn on the auction block, momentarily ignored by the fish-buying crowd behind him.|
|The daily auction can last for hours as fishermen constantly deliver their catch.|
|Liz learns some bargaining tips from a fish delivery guy. Men pedal bikes with baskets full of massive tuna, sword fish, and even sharks.|