Animals fighting in the wild I recollect the drive was long, dusty and rough. At first the smooth expressway from Nairobi (capital city of Kenya) drove northwards into lavish, green good countries, whose inclines were squared off into maize fields, cow enclosures and espresso manors. From the cool shoulders of Mt. Kenya, the street spread eastwards and veered downwards into the limitless savanna and scour grounds of Meru National Park.
Animals fighting in the wild Driving along, the tarmacked turnpike offered route to an all-climate, murram (earth) street that ensured a rutted, dusty drive to the untouched wilds of the eastern boondocks. It is a limitless territory of level, brownish earth and olive-green trees washed in the splendid sun beams of tropical Africa; a place that is known for untainted rough magnificence that stills the brain and blends the spirit.
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