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Safari Heat 😈

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-22 00:42:02

The Kenyan savanna rolled out endlessly in front of us, golden grasslands swaying under the hot afternoon sun. Dust kicked up behind the open-top jeep as we bounced along the dirt track. Every now and then, Joseph, our experienced guide, would slow down and point out something breathtaking — a family of elephants spraying water on each other at a watering hole, a pride of lions lounging lazily in the shade, or a herd of impalas scattering at our approach.

But I was barely paying attention t
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