Camp Champions Blog

I once attempted to read one of the great Russian novels, but I became bogged down with the characters' names. I sensed that it was going to be very important to remember the differences between Nicholai and Ivanovich and Kasparov and Baryshnikov and Perestoika, but none of the names really took root in my mind. I found myself flipping back in an attempt to figure out exactly what Vladimir did – was he the amputee or the spurned lover?

A few days ago, I wrote about Mandy Stein and the orphanage/academy that she has created.

Sometimes intriguing information comes from unexpected sources.

We are leaving Tanzania and on our way to Rwanda, where we will channel our inner Diane Fosse and spend two days with gorillas.

Until now, I have resisted the urge to just show photos of animals unless the picture it fit into the theme of the particular blog. My theory is that you can Google images of animals or watch Nature if you want to see animals. Frankly, they have better equipment and more time. My best shots are pale reflections of the work of National Geographic.

Susie and I were always sad that Mandy Stein never became a camp counselor.

Yesterday, I described the first of three visits we made to indigenous tribes: the famous Maasai.

From Wikipedia:

Over the past several decades, tourism has become ever more important to Tanzania. Knowing this, the government has created conservation areas and limited the amount of real estate development, including hotels. So far, so good. While other countries over-developed their land, Tanzania’s pristine parks became even more appealing to tourists.