The next morning we woke up in Africa for the first time. And for the first time, we were greeted with "jambo", which is Swahili for "hello; good morning." After a few days of not eating the vegetables or fruits (which ended up being a wise choice, as I was one of the few on the trip who did not get sick), I would start fantasizing about having a giant Jamba Juice every time I would hear this. Mmmmmmm, Jamba Juice.

Um, anyway, we walked out of our hut (that's me in front of it in the picture) and made our way down the path. It reminded both of us of the islands. The vegetation and the atmosphere screamed "Jamaica" to us. No one offered us ganja, though. We were instead met with coffee and a breakfast of omelettes, bread and fruit.

We then had our first morning briefing. We were told that, due to a lack of animals in the Migration Camp area, we would be spending an extra night in the classic camp area of the Serengeti. This freaked me out a little bit, because that meant that the most "roughing it" part of the trip was being extended.

We were also warned that if we heard things at night, don't open the tent to investigate. In addition, don't leave anything outside or the hyenas with take it. Oh yeah, don't bring any meat into your tent or the hyenas will eat it. And the tent. And, most likely, you.

Ok. Important safety tips. Good to know.

Luckily, those were not concerns for today. Today we would get a gentle introduction to Tanzania. Instead of roughing it out on the game trail, we would go to see a family cooperative and meet the people who ran it.

So, we made our way to Mama Anna's place, where we would see our first authentic African animal.

Jason at the Arusha Lodge