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Travels to the Serengeti
 
Our first hotel is on the property of a coffee plantation. Though there are screens on the windows, mosquito netting drapes our bed. There's no air-conditioning, and everything I touch leaves a moist film. We report to the dining room after a few hours sleep, and the strangeness of East Africa hits me. The windows and doors are thrown open while monkeys scamper overhead. All at once I realize we are intruders trespassing on someone else's turf. This is the animal's kingdom. We're just voyeurs.
 
Marlene Olin