Well, I've returned to Tampa. It's nice to be home.
Apart from an extremely uncomfortable flight from JFK to Tampa and some bad gefilte fish on the flight out of Djibouti (which I'm only just now recovering from), it wasn't a bad trip. I even got to get out of the airport for a while in New York and walk around midtown Manhattan. Ah, New York is such a wonderful city. It was chilly, but not unbearably so. The city is all decked out for Christmas. I almost spent the money and went ice skating in Central Park, but it's been so many years since I tried that I think it could be dangerous.
It was in any event a glorious afternoon, but it took some getting used to that, even at one in the afternoon, the sun was at the same point in the sky as at 10 in the morning in Djibouti. I've forgotten how much more sun there is in the tropics. Sunset occured shortly before five (even here in Tampa it's before six, and the sun rises a lot later than it did in Djibouti).
There are safari pictures on the way. Soon. I promise. Just, don't hold your breath or anything.