Day 3, Ngorongoro Caldera

Looking down 1,200 meters as the fog burns off the rim of the caldera.

"I found my souvenir."

A secret photo of Masai boys walking up the road.
They don't go to school, but stand near the entrance to the caldera and charge for photos.

Who's that guy?

Sniffing you, sniffing me.

Hyena camouflage.

It's good to be the king.

I wonder what the elephants think of the silly humans.

Grinding up the south face of the caldera.

Wind, speed, and dirt.

Red road, green valley.

Burning our way home.

Remembering that my seatbelt does not work.

Back to our $300 a night logde.