It’s been about six months since my last trip to the Masai Mara.
In a few weeks I will be hosting another photo safari to this amazing wildlife photography playground. As I sit here on this rainy morning working through some images for a personal project I find myself drifting back. I miss that place.
During our last visit the synchronised chaos of the great migration made up the bulk of the story but I find myself thinking of more than just that. It feels like more than six months.
I find myself wondering what happened to the lioness with the two cubs we photographed around the corner from our campsite, the same campsite we will be staying at.
Will we see her again? Photograph her again? Are her cubs still ok?
I think back to the large Olive Baboon who, in one of the most intense and emotional sightings I can recall, continuously harassed and chased down a female cheetah with her for cubs. The youngsters barely got away.
Is he still around Lookout Hill? Protecting his territory? Did the female cheetah move away? Her cubs?
Then there is just the Mara.
The word alone conjures up scenes of endless plains, of Africa, and once you have experienced it for yourself you will yearn for it.
During the migration it is easy to get lost in the endless journey of hundreds of thousands of wildebeest and zebra but beneath that is a place so quintessentially African that it’s the place dreams are made of.
The simplicity of the landscape is matched only by massive, dreamlike African skies. It is in a word, breathtaking.
In a few weeks I will return to the Masai Mara. As I think about it it feels like a dream, something from a long time ago.
I miss that place.
Do you dream of Africa?
Until next time.
Gerry van der Walt[divider scroll_text=”Go to Top”]