On our last day in Arusha, Tanzania we visited the Meserani Snake Park. We hired a driver and set off for the park, which was 25 km from our hotel.
When we got there a guide met us and took us on a tour of the Maasai Cultural Museum. Eeek, there was a lot of talk about their customs and culture and I was cringing the whole time the guide talked about their circumcision parties that happen at age 18. Oy.
Next, they asked us if we wanted to go for a camel ride! A camel ride? Why not? How often to you get offered a camel ride in life?
We paid 1000 shillings which works out to about 70 cents Canadian. It was a very bumpy ride and I held on tight, especially when the camel was leaning way down to sit!
After riding the camels we entered the snake park where we met another guide who told us about each snake, what they like to eat, and how quickly they can kill you! There were tons of snakes including black mambas, spitting cobras, and African pythons.
Our guide climbed into one of the fenced in areas and pulled out a little snake for us to hold. He kept assuring us that it wouldn't bite, but his little tongue darting out was making me nervous!
They also had a bunch of baby crocs, big crocs, tortoises, lizards, and birds that had been previously injured and wouldn't be able to survive in the wild.
Fun and worth the visit! After all that we drove back to the hotel and drank Kilimanjaro beer while wearing Kilimanjaro shirts.

I think the first time I noticed one of these little guys was in Chicago. M and I were walking around minding our own business when I noticed this little man staring up at me. He's a bit creepy, but oh so cute! Then I came across another one in a different part of the city, then another one, and another. Then to my surprise I saw one when we were in Philly. They've been spotted by others in New York, Montreal, Toronto, Boston, etc etc. Who are these creatures and where did they come from?










While in New Orleans you gotta try some type of food from the sea so for dinner one night we went to
One of the events put on for the girls was a cooking class at The New Orleans School of Cooking. Fun! Our chef was born and raised in New Orleans and it was really interesting hearing her stories about the history of creole food and her love of butter and whole milk.




