A long journey to Tanzania lasting a month, between a Safari, the Land and the People
Places: Selous Reserve, Tanzania
I have to start telling you that it was not my idea and that I probably would have chosen a different continent, but it was Stefano to insist on bringing me to Africa: he had already been there twice and he kept telling me how beautiful he would make a Safari together in Tanzania. I’ve always seen Safari as something extremely occidental, almost an aggressive invasion into an ecosystem by a totally strange agent. Perhaps I still feel that, totally strange to what I have seen and heard: an Occidental who no longer knows how to have a real contact with what nature has to offer, the incredible beauty, which stems from the visible caducity it carries in itself.
We are too used to fleeing decay, disruption, and natural corruption, that when we are exposed them so closely, the reactions can be duplicated: to be horripilate and run away, or to fully recognize and enter the flow of life that has full consciousness of being off, slowly and perennially. And if the second thing happens, I swear to you, embrace it with all of you, that will be your strength and consolation, in moments of true, human, pain.
After this premise, I do not know if you want to hear about elephants or giraffes, but I will go on anyway.
Make a Safari.
It’s very expensive I know, but if you succeed, once in a lifetime, put some money on the side. Do business on the stupid things, and cents after penny, create a piggy bank and, once in a year, travel. And go to Africa. From anywhere in the world you are reading these phrases, I’ll keep telling you: go to Africa, enter the Savannah and sleep in, sleep under his sky and walk on his floor. You will see the oldest trees in the world, older than you, your father and your grandfather.
You will see crocodiles and you will feel the fear flowing in, by having the awareness that there is a breed (which is not you) much, much more powerful than you.
A Safari in Tanzania had this power over me: how to learn to lose control, ’cause it taught me that control is a pure illusion. And all that man created, trying to become more and more invulnerable, he could only create it because he had wonderful, mighty creatures at his disposal. So here’s another lesson: humility.
They told me that the Masai have a rite of initiation to become adults, among men: killing a lion armed only with a knife. I think the feeling of invincibility that some men have is nothing compared to how you could feel after doing something like that. Not that I go to do it, I wanna be clear: I have seen a lion walk away from me, and I have no idea how it is possible could be. But I can understand from here, what man’s steps were about the domination that he decided to undertake on the surrounding environment. So here’s another lesson: the force of survival accompanies us as human beings.
The safari started in the Selous nature reserve, in the southeastern part of Tanzania. We arrived by an ultra light aircraft from Das er Salaam leading us to the limits of the dangers. From there we moved through the jeeps of the guides, who took us to our camp.
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