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Nairobi National Park is directly outside of the city walls and is amazingly full of animals. It is touted, of all of the parks in Kenya, as the place one would be "most likely see a kill". This was our first official safari and, despite overcast skies and difficult photographical light, it exceeded all of our expectations. I had no idea we'd see so. many. giraffes. The fact that Benard's uncle Francis drove us in our own private matatu was a great experience, both during and after the park. When we returned to the city, we presented Benard with his very own Red Sox hat (hopefully to be worn when he comes to run and win the Boston Marathon someday soon).
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