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29-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
After three days in the savannah, we opt for a "soft" return to (in)civilization.
The...
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28-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
"Don't come to Kenya if you can't afford to see a sunrise in the savannah.
It's like...
PLACES
27-09-2020 by Leni Frau
A stay at Saruni Mara is not a safari like any other.
First ...
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27-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
The fifth day of our tour is completely immersed in wonder.
We ...
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25-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
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24-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
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23-09-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
From Malindi to Nairobi, then in a Conservancy of Maasai Mara and back in the car, to promote...
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20-08-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
I remember the first time I set foot in Tezo.
The ...
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17-08-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
The caravan that has decided to clear the ancestral beliefs about the "madmen" in the...
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14-08-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
In Matsangoni you dance, in Matsangoni you live long.
The village...
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13-08-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
Some villages in the immediate hinterland, at the foot of the Arabuko Sokoke forest, take you...
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12-08-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
It rains in the wet in Gede, away from the ruins visited by tourists (when there are any) and on...
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11-08-2020 by Freddie del Curatolo
The "madmen" of Kenya, for a simple observer, are particularly intriguing creatures.
One...
PLACES
24-10-2019 by Freddie del Curatolo
Until 30 years ago, Kilifi was the Happy Valley on the Kenyan coast.
Just...
17-07-2017 by Freddie del Curatolo
For Kenyans "waiting" is a word that smells infinite.
But their religion is hope, their life is hope.
For whoever believes life is awaited; Why bother to see the end?
So even yesterday Malindi consumed the usual long wait of the event.
The program was to see and hear President Uhuru Kenyatta in the election campaign in Malindi.
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03-02-2014 by Freddie del Curatolo
It 's rare to see so many sad stares all together, if they are those of a people who are used to waiting the fatal destiny of the signs as natural events that regulate always the life of human beings, like plants and animals.
Uncommon to see older women, usually mute and granite as baobab, crying and screaming with acute and subtle voice that seems to pierce the bright sky of a hot day in the hinterland of Watamu.
Rare but not amazing, if we see the funeral of the eldest, authoritative and beloved among the "gohu", the priests ethnicity Mijikenda.
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24-06-2012 by Freddie del Curatolo
From the plateau of Jaribuni, eyes dominate the two major Kilifi inland valleys.
The green of the forests and hills which we have just left behind spoke of villages submerged between bushes and rocks prehistoric, ancient people who knew the civilization with the advent of Chinese scooters and schools placed hovering over the summits of clay.
The other is the esplanade leading to Bamba and the landscape becomes more barren.
Here the red earth is winning the thousand-year war with green bush.
smell of wood burned is mixed in looted corn fields.
What little you eat it grows quickly and the water is in short supply as they we enter.
19-06-2012 by Freddie del Curatolo
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07-02-2012 by Freddie del Curatolo
Christopher carving wood to the local craft market.
From his hands come out of giraffes, elephants, Maasai warriors.
Martin brings fun of people of the suburbs of Malindi with his "piki piki", the Chinese motorcycle that he bought in installments endless.
Her feet shifting down, leaning on the humps of the dirt road, on unstable and sandy paths sidewalks.
