Hey Mr. Rhino

One of the surprising things about 10-week-old babies is that they're highly portable, as we found out when we went to Lake Nakuru last weekend. Nakuru itself is neat but slightly depressing. The park is fenced off and bordered by a major city and a highway, so it feels more like an oversized zoo than untrammeled wilderness. I suppose that's Kenya these days (though the Mara, the Tsavos and the northern two-thirds of the country are different).

At first I was worried that we wouldn't see any rhinos, but by the end it was like, whoopdee-doo, there's another one, keep driving. We saw lots of pelicans but the flamingoes had departed for greener-algaed waters. I tried in the most minimally invasive way possible (whistles, cat-calls, insults) to get a buffalo to charge our vehicle, but no luck.

The best part by far was subjecting our daughter to only the mildest form of torture as we took her picture with as many beasts as possible. Here's the best one, taken along the southern shore of Lake Nakuru shortly before 7 p.m. The bars are the roof rack of our trusty 1989 Mitsubishi Pajero.

More pictures after the jump.