This is a post that needs no words, look at the pictures of this report, everything else almost does not matter compared to her beauty. They speak for themselves. I believe in potions sites I stumble on a park such as this one millimeter perfect. A riot of color, sensation, Animal.
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I came as an absurd anxiety, ridiculous. While 4×4 down the slopes of the volcano started to worry me with the idea of ??going. It took less than ten minutes there and, as he looked mad at my sides to show that it was all true, began to overwhelm me with the idea of ??having me to leave. The Ngorongoro is too perfect to be real and one looks for a logical explanation for so much beauty.. As a photographer tell you look and look and look and you get bored of looking at the screen of your camera and thinking, "This looks good".
The Ngorongoro was not just a park, was a huge color palette as I remember seeing another. The rainy season has just ended and the crater was filled, packed out, of millions of flowers of all colors stood out on a bright green blanket. It was almost a picture of Claude Monet alive. A picture of shades that can be seen only during a short time, explains Wilson, our fellow traveler of the company Loveliveafrica. "When the rainy season ends the park is well for a few weeks".
I do not think I can add much more, this time there is no question over images, I bring not anything that is not understood and eyes. Then, at about five p.m., Wilson announces that the marching. I looked back foot, trying to retain that image in my mind, over my camera.
And I wanted to jump out, downhill run, laugh, embrace animals, a fire and spend the night talking with them, drunk, singing songs of our land. But I went because I thought maybe the hyenas and lions have other plans, for lack of cojones, by human, intelligent, and lack of instincts. I think if not still out there, with my camera and no battery, sitting next to 600 wildebeest while we take pictures for tourists. Happy.
When night, in the spectacular Plantation Lodge, a hotel-luxury cafetal, with spectacular rooms and a wine cellar brick embedded in his feet where we made some wonderful wine tasting, Ngorongoro colors remembered and retold with the photos could not get enough to ask if we were real or invented.
