Collected Moments of Survival

Or better said eyeball through lens to eyeball. The Safarilink Caravan bumps down onto the runway at Olkiombo and I cannot believe that this is only my second visit to the Masai Mara. It is inconceivable to imagine that it has taken so long for me to discover the heart and soul of Africa. The anticipation is tangible and I look forward to the seven days ahead. This time I have deliberately chosen to visit the Mara when there are no wildebeest. The last time I touched down here there was hardly a spot unoccupied and the stream of grunting wildebeest constantly on the move did not leave space for the appreciation of the wilderness. The plains are devoid of the players of this epic annual event and the eye can search back and forth and soak up the plains that stretch out in a display of golden harmony. The road to the camp (Entim Camp) is still as rutted as ever and the crossing of the Talek River is a little more difficult as the rain has washed the access badly this year. I...