- Falling back spent as the last wildebeest make the crossing after a teasing build up of will they wont they and then, a heart pounding dash through the currents
- The thundering of your heart as the leopard stalks out of the trees and straight at you, ambling across the front of the jeep
- The surge of adrenalin that courses through your body at the flash of an elongated pale yellow, black spotted body in the tall grass
- Blood lust rising as every fibre of your being exhorts the cheetahs to greater speed to a kill
- Sun downers as inept lion cubs manage to chase away the impala egged on by raucous baboons
- Elephants converging towards your picnic lunch
- An elusive hippo taunting you with split second sightings of its twiddling ears breaking the surface of the pond
- Curious baby jackals sniffing at your jeep
- Conservation, flawless service, comfort and warmth of the camp that serves the best strawberry mousse anywhere (Kicheche Camps, Ol Pejeta - outstanding!)
- The stinging rain as you drive into a thunderstorm out in the open plain
Postcards from Africa
It's getting predictable. My inability to articulate the thrill of an incredible 7 days in Africa, the cradle of mankind. A vast continent, still hidden, still unknown, torn by natural calamity, human strife and all we did was meander through some of it... leaving you hungry for more. Even within our short trip, the contrast of tourism on offer, from the educational and ecologically savvy, where the land is respected along with its inhabitants, to the loutish demand to see the Big 5 (lion, rhino, buffalo, elephant and leopard), missing the whole point of a 'safari'. Journey. That's what it's all about. Not the destination, but the safari. The greatest thrill when you spot the unexpected, when you work for it, unsure of what you will find. When you're willing to spend the time waiting, even if nothing happens. Because that, is what a safari is about.
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