He decided to stop enroute and took us to a place known as the The Devil’s Crater in the local tongue. Our guide Jackson, a story-teller kept us entertained on the way with numerous stories. We ended up donating loads and gave lift to a woman and her two-month-old daughter who were travelling almost 90 kms to their village. A word of advice is to carry loads of water and food, not only for yourself but also to help travellers stuck on the way. We encountered numerous people on the way who were thus held captive in this wild beauty. You can well imagine what might happen if the bus breaks down. People travel far to get to their villages via buses. The rickety local bus carrying passengers
This blinding beauty is tough on the local populace.
We crossed miles and miles of this dry, arid landscape, the sun bright on our heads. The landscape now changed – from the green grasslands we now encountered lava rocks, which made our journey all the more treacherous. Lengai kept on playing hide and seek with us for another hour till we felt we were close enough. It is called the ‘ Mountain of Gods’ by the local Maasai tribe, as it is an active volcanic mountain. We passed one volcanic mountain after another and finally the mountain of our destination Ol Doinyo Lengai was in view. At that moment, the geography lessons that I had given to Year 6 was racing through my mind, as I tried recalling what all I had learnt about this great phenomenon. These are made by the shift of this great mountain range and the earthquakes that happen often due to a volcanic mountain nearby. These cracks went all the way from the mountain to its foothills and the surrounding areas. I was amazed to see huge cracks in the ground. The Great Rift Valley: Maasai guide at the backdropĪnyway am getting side-tracked back to this amazing view of the valley, behind which I was told is the Ngorongoro crater. I experienced heaven on earth in this place and to an extent I am glad that tourism is not very high in this region. A bumpy ride accompanied by an astonishing view of The Great Rift Valley called the Gregory Rift.
A wonderful two hours of good road, then the bumpy ride begins from Mto wa Abu village, translated as the mosquito village. Our journey started from the town of Arusha, Tanzania, nestled in the foothills of Mt. However, we saw a very different picture of this lake and its pretty pink paradise. The articles that I read told a different story of this lake they called it the ‘deadly lake’ due to the high concentration of alkaline and salt in the water. And since then was planning a visit to Lake Natron. The moment I saw the pictures of a red-coloured lake and flamingoes frozen in time, I was captivated.
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