We travelled to Tanzania via Migore, two plane rides and a long transfer by road. We saw more of semi-rural Kenya and its’ neighbor than we had seen elsewhere….a medley of color, movement, smells and efficiencies all conducted with a surprising degree of benevolence and lack of haste. Such a contrast to our way of life. The toilets at the border were different too…a dollar gave one a moments privacy in the ‘loo’!
The last flight was smooth and we wended our way around a storm front many miles wide, our flight undulating slightly as we banked gently to the left over the distant settlements far below us, clusters of rounded roofs surrounded by a chequerboard of greens. The drive into camp passed through sparse woodlands of Acacia dotted on a wide palette of waving, yellow-green grasslands that undulated into the horizon. A lone lion wandered along the tracks briefly and disappeared when he lay down a few yards from the road. We carried on, following a soggy twin-track that parted the grasses like a comb through hair. Giraffe appeared periodically in the distance. A pair of mating lions lay to the side at one point, sated with sex. The lion had a badly injured front left leg which hindered him when he followed the slim haunches of his lady love.
Our welcome into camp was just that, most welcome and we settled in for a quiet evening with a view of the Mara river, glistening in the moonlight. The tents were terrific, typical of what travelers expect now with the Singita brand and the dinner table was humming with excitement for what the morning would bring.
The main tent was oriented longways, with an unhindered view of the Mara river, and the guest tents are the same. The Singita polished style is clearly apparent here.
What a great start for everybody on their first visit to the Serengeti……lions on the road, and then a fabulous camp on the river. It was from here that I wanted to drive out and find the migration, hopefully as it was crossing the river for the first time this season!