“The colour of Africa- brown, a thousand different shades of brown. Pale brown grass on red brown soil, with twisted, chocolate brown tree trunks reaching up to the moving masses of brown leaves at their tips. Flickering indefinite brown were the herds of springbok that fed amongst the trees and on the slopes of the bare bulging brown hills, and the brown land reached away vast and unhurried into immeasurable distance, unmarred by the scratchings of man: tranquil and dignified in its immensity” –Wilbur Smith.
I saw it all… Not just the browns of the land and the springbok, but the browns of the lions and the giraffes, the blacks of the gnus, the stripes of the zebras and the grays of the massive giants. The spotting of every single species there, except the Homo sapiens of course, was a lifer for me. Birds of all colours, animals of various sizes, ranging from the smallest antelope –the dikdik, which jumped across the road in one giant leap, to the elephants, which we spotted in hundreds in Amboseli National Park, guarded by the lofty Mt.Kilimanjaro.
It has always been a dream for us to visit Africa, especially Masai Mara and Amboseli for my elephant-smitten dad. And the seven day rush across the continent’s Great Rift Valley and all that lay within still feels like one…
Stay tuned for a blow by blow account of this incredible trip!!