On the savannah, Bi Fang, with Harley, headed toward the north.
The sparse, withered yellow grass reached up to their thighs.
If one was wearing shorts, with slightly delicate skin, a trek would inevitably leave it marked with white lines, and if luck was poor, encountering prickly plants would certainly lead to scratches, possibly even bleeding.
And if those plants were poisonous, it could mean an immediate game over.
At this point, the different things Bi Fang had mentioned he would teach had not yet manifested.
He was simply chatting with the audience during the hike and introducing some of the vistas of the African Savanna they might encounter, as well as potential food and scenery.
"Actually, the beginning of October is a pretty special time for the African savannah in the northern hemisphere. During this period, we can see a lot of things that aren't usually visible. It's arguably the best time."
[How so?]
[Isn't it the great migration?]
