We went on a family trip to Kenya when I was 15, my brother was 17 (actually, he turned 18 while we were there).
It was memorable, for sure, but I’m pretty damn sure you don’t want to do what we did.
(spoiled because it was bleedin’ ridiculous, and in no way helpful).
My parents are violently allergic to organised tours, I tend a bit that way myself, but this one was a doozy. It included (accidentally) camping in the Maasai Mara, just the 4 of us, in a ‘camp site’ by one of the lodges. This camp site consisted of a ring of stones with the remains of a fire, plus a big water tank with a tap. When we turned the tap on, a whole 5" long dead dragonfly fell out.
Midway through the night a large bull elephant wandered into the camp. It woke my parents, whose tent was next to the car, and proceeded to spend the next three hours wandering between the tents- literally around 1’ from my head at one point, occasionally pulling down branches (at this point I muzzily half woke, wondered why my parents were getting firewood so late, and fell back asleep. Elephants can be seriously quiet, Disney notwithstanding). My parents decided startling it was more dangerous than letting it go about its apparently peaceful business, so they hid in the car until it finally wandered off, at which point we both got yoinked out of bed and we had a record speedy camp strike.
On the plus side, having been rudely awaken at dawn already in the park, we beat all the tour buses to the best wildlife spots.
We also showed up late one evening in a town only to discover that the one hotel didn’t take cards, the bank was shut for a local holiday for 3 days, and we hadn’t enough money. We wound up going home with some random self-declared bishop of his own church, who offered us a place to sleep in his kids bedroom. It was a little awkward, especially as we’re all atheist and he was a hellfire preacher, and was hosting another American one.
He proceeded to regularly hit my parents up for mission donations for at least the next decade.
We also spent one night in a brothel.
The (aged, second hand) guidebook said it was a hotel. It may have been once, but our room was the only one going by the night by that point. The were all very friendly and couldn’t have been more helpful, but it was even more awkward than the ‘bishop’, and somewhat noisy.
It did leave me knowing how many prostitutes it takes to change a lightbulb, because the one in our room was out. 3, if you’re wondering.
I swear I have at least 3 months worth of memories from that two week trip.
We did see lots of animals, though I never did see that elephant, and none of us got dedded, so that was good.
It was still less stupid than my parents first safari to Africa. At least we didn’t deliberately enter any active war zones…