Just the name sets the imagination on fire:  Songs have been written about it, countless documentaries have been created, especially coverage of the “Greatest Show on Earth” – referring to the Great Migration. We had planned the timing of our safari in hopes of seeing herds of wildebeests make the harrowing crossing of the Mara river.  It’s never predictable as they follow the rain and last year the migration didn’t happen until October.  People come from all over the world and drive up from central Serengeti and camp out for days, sometimes to no avail.  

Wildebeest are “dumb” – this is the conclusion of every guide you meet.  It takes just one to start the stampede for the river, and even when they arrive they might not find it suitable, at the particular moment, to cross and will mill around for days. 

Not long after flying from the Ngorongoro Highlands, we were eying herds of elephants, zebras and wildebeests as we descended over the Mara River and the legendary landscapes of the Serengeti.  

Our first encounter with the migration came in the form of a non-landing event at the Kogatende airstrip; I was wondering why our landing was so incredibly bumpy and if that was just normal – we jolted up and down a few times and then suddenly were airborne again, then I peered out the side window and saw a herd of wildebeest right below us, so close it was as if we were skimming their manes.  The cabin filled with varying degrees of expletives bordering on screams of terror. 

As it turns out, wildlife on the runway is not uncommon this time of year, and the bush pilots have become very skilled at “buzzing them off.”  We were successful on the third try and landed in a suitable manner on the small airstrip.  While this introduction was not a famous river crossing, it set us up for the next few days of adventure. 

The Serengeti – is known in Swahili as the endless plain spanning a massive area of Tanzania. While I wouldn’t compare this portion of the Serengeti to the vast plains of the Masai Mara, especially in the Mara River region, you definitely feel you have finally arrived in the wilds of Africa, the one you’ve always held in your imagination.

Several land rovers (always land cruisers really but I just call them land rovers for consistency) were parked ready to whisk excited safari goers to their lodges.  We met with yet another Emanuel, a younger, strapping Tanzanian who would be our driver for the next few days.

We collected our luggage which was wheeled around the dirt parking area until it was miraculously matched up with the respective owners.  Upon using the facilities there was of course, no toilet paper. With all the money that comes through this area you would think there would be some that would help support the accompanying infrastructure but as I’ve discovered as we’ve traveled through East Africa, that the facilities are surprisingly third world.  It does make you wonder.  But being the seasoned traveler that I am, I always carry tissue with me and also helped a few stranded travelers along the way.  

We settled in, again to our delight, we had our own private 4×4 and driver and headed into the grasslands.  It was hot, which is so typical of high plateau plains, while you freeze in the mornings.  Much to our relief, it started to rain and we stayed pretty much dry but it was so refreshing and the perfume coming off the grass was potent.  We saw wildebeests and antelope as we entered some beautiful grassy knolls also called kopjes, with massive granite outcroppings and rebellious fig trees (a favorite of leopards) growing from the crevices.  It was quite other-worldly and apparently a good place for felines to hole up for the afternoon; alas we didn’t see any. 

We bumped our way to the lodge, and as we were coming through a rather contentious gully, Emanuel pointed and said lion. My eyes overshot where he was indicating as I thought it would be further away, but then I realized, with a fleeting sense of shock that this young male was a few feet to the left of us sitting on a ridge; if he felt like it he could have leapt right into our vehicle. But it was the afternoon and he certainly wasn’t bothered with lifting a paw.

We then crested with a view into one of the valleys and there sat our accommodation; it could have been vintage Africa with the way the clutch of canvas tents lay across the landscape.

The Serengeti Safari lodge is a mobile camp so it is very understated and is real tenting vs. stationary glamping tents being built on top of stone and or wood. Nomad, the tour company who owns this and Entamanu, packs up every four months to follow the migration, which must be quite the feat.  There are about six tents plus the staff quarters in all that makes for a more intimate setting and they’ve furnished the main lounge and dining area with comfy, rustic furniture and this is also the charging station area as electricity to the rooms is limited – no hair dryers for the more fashion-minded.

Upon arrival, we were fed a simple buffet (because it is necessary to be overfed everywhere you go), and settled into the lounge area to get our briefing on the bucket showers, meal times, charging stations and most importantly:  Safety – there is nothing between us and the wildlife that would include not just antelope, felines, hyenas, but elephants and buffalo.  At dawn and dusk we were escorted by Masai staff with spears and flashlights.  Our tent was close to the main area so we didn’t have far to go.  The code to get their attention after dark is to wave the flashlight in the tent entrance and they will come and retrieve you.  You have to admire all of these staff as they are up most of the night and/or early in the morning for coffee runs, wake up calls and escorting you around with the potential of lethal wildlife in the vicinity.

We got to our tent and unpacked (this is when the 15kg limit comes in handy as you don’t have much and there is laundry service at every lodge). Though very rustic, there are bathrooms complete with a dressing area, chemical toilet and an innovative bucket shower that is filled with hot water when you wish to wash off the dust of the day.  While not as luxurious as the others places we stayed so far, it was definitely a bump up from our usual tent camping along the Metolius River in central Oregon.  

We also had a small covered veranda with table and chairs where you can relax and watch the game roam around the valley.  

As it had already been a very long day, I decided to take a nap, enveloped in solitude, and Bob wandered to the main tent lounge to catch up on journaling and charge up his devices.  The main area reminds me a bit of bedouin tent-style but with nice sofas, chairs, furniture and rugs and in the afternoon into the evening, a stylish pop-up bar.

The dining area had one long table for groups and other tables scattered on the perimeter beautifully lit up at night with kerosene lanterns.  

It was a quiet afternoon as everyone else was out tracking the great migration and we wanted to save our energy for the next two days.  After feeling a bit refreshed, I spent time with the binoculars on the front “porch” with a cup of tea and tracked some zebras and baboons in the distance. I was not seeking any bragging rights, just taking some time to breath in the atmosphere. I also downloaded my photos from the Ngorongoro with hopes of doing some journaling but the next thing we knew it was getting dark (in equatorial Tanzania it gets dark around 7:00), and the houseboy came around with the lamps. 

During happy hour the thunder began to roll in and sheet lightning lit up the savannah, it was at that moment I was swallowed whole by the Serengeti.

At dinner we ran into the American couple who had been staying an Entamanu and had some nice conversation over drinks.  The lovely pop-up bar was set up with a with just about every mixer you could think of.  It felt like a whiskey evening with the rolling thunder and the general rustic ambiance.  They built a fire in the pit nearby for anyone who wished to spin their tales from the day but most of us seemed content to lounge around the sofas and talk.  The rest of the guests were British which is not surprising.  Emanuel dropped in to brief us on our expectations for the next morning; we could very well be camped out by the Mara River for most of the day depending on the mood of the wildebeests.

Considering how open our circumstances were I did not feel unsafe – I think the lights and fire with the staff on the perimeter makes for a very enjoyable, casual experience.  

The rain passed us by and we were escorted to our tents to take in the night sounds and we were not disappointed:  During the night we heard a chorus of hyena and lion then later on we tried to decipher the noise outside and realized the wildebeests were grazing along the perimeter of our tent. The tearing and snorting of their feeding was novel as you don’t really experience that effect when you are driving about, but it went on for quite a while.

We woke around 6:00 with coffee delivered – this service turned out to be one of our favorite experiences.  We could also even order tea to be brought at anytime.  We bundled up and met Emanuel outside the main tent just as the sun was starting to rise.  Typically I wore my safari hat due to the intensity of the equatorial sun, a T-shirt, a zip up, scarf, safari vest, trousers and hikers.  All this was a perfect combination of tans and greens to blend in and the vest is great for a photographer like me.  I love having pockets handy!  We looked the part, not because we simply wanted to be fashionistas, but to blend in and also to be able to peel off layers which usually happened around 11:00.  And if you happened to be behind another vehicle the dust could get pretty thick.  And you always have to be prepared for every adventure, especially when you really go off-road, sometimes through muddy gullies to get to a sighting. 

As we went through the ever-fascinating kopjes, I vowed to photograph them in infrared before we left.  We encountered a family of ostriches with some charming chicks of which, we were informed, very few would survive – poor babies.  

Soon we came upon a pride of two mama lions and five male cubs around a wildebeest kill (wildebeest are so ubiquitous they could be called “the chicken of the savannah”).   Emanuel knew this pride well and you could tell that he adored them.  There were two other rovers nearby but there was plenty of breathing space for everyone.  

We pulled close to the kill and soon the mama lion was further into the guts and once she opened up the stomach the stench wafted our way!  I’m sure it was like caviar to her but…dang.  The smell would drift off and on as one of the cubs joined the feast.  The others were larking around and it looked like they had already had some breakfast and it was time to burn off some energy. 

Lion kill with five cubs

We could see the vultures circling nearby and mama lion eventually hauled off the carcass to a safer place.  The other mama lion stood watch over the breakfast table. 

The air was clear and the lighting was superb – I mean seriously.

Lioness in all her glory

Emanuel said it was time for us to go and see if we could catch some of the migration as the herds had been moving towards the river the last day or two.  This is probably the hardest thing for the guides; he warned us again that we could wind up spending most of the day by the river waiting for them to cross – if they cross at all – and you needed to be at the right crossing as there are around ten of them spread up and down the river. He said last year the rains didn’t come until October, so all the tourists who came in September didn’t get to see much.  We kept our fingers crossed (excuse the pun!). 

As we headed towards the river we started to see increasingly larger herds, they were somewhat restless, then they started to go into single file.  The sheer scale of the migration reminds me of what it must have been like in the great plains of America when they were thick with buffalo – what a sight to behold.  

Then the thundering began as they started running, primarily in a ragged single file and en masse.  Emanuel was trying to lower the windshield but the mechanism had gotten stuck, he was starting to get stressed “they’re running for the river!!” Bob helped him loosen the latch and we literally sprinted, ignoring the rough terrain, towards the river.  As we approached another rover was making its way down the opposite side. “They’re crossing!!!”  Emanuel jockeyed into his favorite position, taking pride in beating the other tour operators to such an excellent viewpoint.  

We watched as hundreds waded, leapt and tumbled into the river making their distinct grunting noises, almost like they were honking in varying octaves, powering through the river and making a mad scramble up the embankment. The remaining herd was kicking up dust as they raced through the acacia groves and we could see their hooves pounding through the trees.  It had become a stampede and we were front and center, watching what we considered to be miraculously good luck, to the Great Migration.  

We were well within fifteen minutes of our wow moment when we figured it would slow down as many times it’s only a small herd that passes through and the guides call it a day…but they just kept coming. Then we saw two crocodiles making their way towards the cacophony.  Emanuel said they probably wouldn’t attack as they have been feeding heavily for the last month.  And…they just sat there, looking menacing just above the waterline, and did nothing.  After about an hour the migration was still in full swing, taking different routes or doubling up and snaking around us. By this time other tour operators were attempting to crowd us but we were conveniently on a ledge.

Emanuel said this is the longest crossing he had seen all season as it had recently rained heavily in the southern Serengeti.  Then we saw a herd of zebra make the trek alongside the wildebeest.  

It only takes one wildebeest to start the stampede – like sheep they just mindlessly follow along.  Members of the herd literally hurl themselves into the water in a frantic bid to get to the other side without being mauled by a crocodile.  It boggles the mind to think the nearly 2 million wildebeest make this trek all through the year to find better feeding grounds.  

We humans also migrate to see the migration😂. Interesting that we are so fascinated by animal behaviors. 

The Great Migration – Mara River, Serengeti

We were two hours in when the stampede started to ebb; just watching the spectacle worked up an appetite:  It was nearly 10:00 and we were ready for a celebratory bush breakfast!!!  

We trundled off to a grassy knoll, not far from a grove of acacia trees, with a view down to the river.  And wow, did the lodge deliver: Emanuel pulled out a table, chairs, linens, coffee, a full-on breakfast fit for a crowd.  We sat, our senses flourishing in concert with our surroundings.  I love eating in the bush and I don’t require anything too fancy; just the idea of being in the wilds of Africa, connecting with a sense of nature akin to camping.  But this wasn’t Oregon, it was the glorious Serengeti.  

Elevenses on the Serengeti

I really hadn’t known what to expect, and were surprisingly taken in by the terrain that ran along the Mara River.  And I was trying to process that we actually witnessed what we had dreamed about forever:   The Great Migration. How freakin fortunate we were.  #pinchmenow 

I breathed in a moment of bliss, wanting to exhale a scream of joy but that would have probably not been a good idea.  It was quiet, save for the sound of birds and breeze and no sign of humanity for miles.  

This is around the time the layers come off as the sun begins to warm things up.  We packed up and Emanuel proceeded to take us up and down the river to see what else we could see.  It was around this time, with the heat kicking up that I had my first encounter with a tsetse fly:  They look like a cross between a honey bee and a fly and I let out a yelp as one of them dug into my arm.  Bob didn’t seem to be attracting them for some reason, and now I understood the use of the cowhide and tail fly swatter as I spent a good portion of my time swishing it around my person.  

While I was warding off pests, Emanuel took us upriver to a crocodile haven.  Upon closer inspection we observed an array of around ten wildebeest carcasses floating, in a sort of random surrealism, in the water.  This, apparently, was a crocodile “pantry” where they stash their kills and let the water tenderize the carcasses: It makes it easier to eat them that way.🐊

After contemplating this rather gruesome, yet fascinating bistro, we then headed out to flatter terrain to see if we could see some cheetahs as unlike the other cats, daytime is when the cheetahs are on the prowl for dinner.  We encountered the of elephants, hippos, giraffe, and some lovely bird life but alas no cheetah today.  It was getting hot, stirring up the flies so we headed back to the lodge.  

Life along the Mara River

We decided not to do the afternoon drive as we had had our fill for the day and it was nice just to relax after such an exciting morning, and by the time we got back it was already early afternoon.

Others began returning to the camp and had not seen the crossing; they were apparently too far down the river and weren’t aware of the stampede up river until it was too late. Hopefully they would catch it the next day.  

As we had to get up at 4:30 to get to the sunrise hot air balloon ride, we made it an early night.  It proved to be a noisy one as the wildebeests were restless and calling to one another for several hours from different locations in the camp😫. Bob wanted to go out and shoo them away but…on second thought…a bad idea as the background noise also included hyenas. Hyenas don’t suffocate their prey first like the other predators, they just start tearing and eating with little regard for the victim.  

The morning proved to be unsurprisingly cold, with Emanuel wrapped in a gator and accompanying beanie with a puffy jacket, looking like he was ready to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro.  Our vehicle was open air, though hot water bottles and blankets were provided (they make good use of hot water bottles on safari!).  It was still dark when we arrived at the launch site, with a few balloons being spread out.  We could hear a lion nearby and Emanuel assured us it was across the river – it sounded pretty dang close.

We were offered tea or coffee and as the light improved we were given our briefing; there were sixteen of us in one balloon and we had to enter it much like you would store your wine.  I’m glad I did this now and not into my 70’s as maneuvering could become a bit challenging.  Soon the balloon righted itself and we started dragging slowly across the grass, then very slowly we began to launch.  I love feeling like a bird, I had this sensation when I went paragliding once and for a while you are part of the kingdom of birds.  

The sun rose over the Mara River, and as we floated we scattered herds of wildebeests and zebras.  Then an elephant turned and charged us, ears flapping, looking at us as though we were some predator descending from the sky.

Keep your distance!

Before we knew it we were landing, bracing ourselves for impact.  We bounded around about three times before skidding to a stop but not before clods of dirt sprayed the basket.  We managed to extricate ourselves, dusting off clods of dirt and stood warming ourselves in the morning sun. 

Hot Air Ballon Ride – Serengeti

We then attended an elaborate breakfast that harked back to the days of British Colonialism, with some champagne and a loo with a view – of elephants!  

After we finished feasting, Emanuel arrived to take us out for the rest of the morning safari where we saw the birth of an impala – very rare indeed!  We paused for a good half-hour watching the fawn emerge and then mama licking and encouraging it to get up. It certainly doesn’t take long and you are at once in awe and then worried that in such a vulnerable state that a nearby predator will…you know…I can’t go there🙏

Witnessing the birth of an impala

Emanuel received info that a leopard had been spotted not far away so we were off again to find the most elusive of African felines. When we arrived there was a camera crew near a tree and a surprising absence of other vehicles – I guess they didn’t get the memo. We could barely see her in the underbrush then boom! She darted up a fig tree but then decided it wasn’t an appropriate venue to drape on. She then climbed back down and disappeared into the bush. This last a total of about ten minutes, though I suppose it was better than nothing at all. Except for the camera crew we were not allowed to venture any closer anyway so we soon aborted and went to the camp for lunch. Emanuel said we could come back in the afternoon as she might be on the rocks with her cubs: I’m in for that!!

Leopard sighting!

After lunch there wasn’t much time until the next safari drive so I charged up my devices and did some downloading. I wound up going solo – Bob decided not to go as he was fatigued and wanted to catch up on journaling.  This was my opportunity to do some infrared shots and I had Emanuel drive me around the kopje’s and spent some time contemplating the game as we made our way back to the leopard sighting.

When we arrived, it turned out to be rather busy including the same film crew; apparently the word had gotten out as there were several other vehicles in attendance.  This time the leopard had migrated to the rocks with her cubs.  We were a ways away so I switched between the binoculars and my camera for better viewing.  We spent a good half hour in their presence; everyone was quiet and respectful and we enjoyed some ginger honey beer (a local soft drink) as the sun dipped into the horizon, setting the sky on fire.  We stayed until the light got so low we could not longer see them. What a brilliant sundowner on my final night in the Serengeti…in the company of leopards.

Leopard with cubs – Serengeti

We got back before it was completely dark and I imbibed in a whiskey at my favorite pop-up bar, and relaxed on the couch reflecting on yet another astounding day.  In the distance the animals stirred and Bob and I enjoyed dinner by the lantern light with the campfire blazing nearby.  They had a bucket shower ready for me when I got back from dinner that I was so grateful for as I had doused myself in suntan lotion and bug spray and had picked up some stray dust.  My mind was consumed by the blur of the last two days and fatigue was rapidly setting in.  I didn’t have to dream about the calls of the wild during the night as they were real with the lions and hyena strolling restlessly around the camp perimeter. This had caused the wildebeest to scatter though when we woke in the morning we found one had peed on the table on our veranda🙄 #bushcamping

We bid farewell to the lodge; the always-attentive staff gathered outside the main tent and sang for us as Emanuel set off for the airstrip. When we arrived he stayed until he knew were were actually on the plane: The planes are either early or late, and sometimes don’t arrive at all so the lodge ensures the guests actually board and the plane takes off. This time we would land and disembark before we made it to the Kenyan border as we needed to go through passport control before boarding yet another flight for the Masai Mara.

As we ascended into the heavens, the Mara River snaked below us and for me this would be the most intense part of our safari; from below and above, the void was filled with life, as pure as thunder and as untouchable as lightning.