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May 15th 2014
Published: September 4th 2014
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This guy was hiding in plain view two feet from our safari jeep enjoying his peaceful morning.
Wild Kingdom Overload Syndrome. Is there such a thing? Because I think I've got it.

Having spent the last few weeks in Rwanda and Uganda, getting soaked by rain while viewing animals, it was nice to dry out on the vast plains of Africa.

We Mario Andretti’d it down the dust filled roads while droves of impala attempt to become safari-jeep hood ornaments. At the helm, Samson, our local guide, hired to escort us around and track animals.

The Serengeti park entrance sign hangs oddly eschew as tumbleweeds bounce by, much to my delight.

I don’t know about you, but when I decided to go on safari i was sure I’d see a few animals, I had no idea it would be ALL the animals.

I am also amongst my beloved Australians and the Canadian, but we have now taken on a Pakistani, and a Portuguese...or is that Portugoose - singular?

I cannot believe I am actually here. The Serengeti!
It’s exactly as I imagined, thanks to my years of watching Mutual of Omaha’s wild kingdom when I was a kid.

This Serengeti reserve (one of the seven natural wonders of the world) is
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The striking plains of the Serengeti
a mind blowing 1.5 million hectares. Prospectively, that is the size of Northern Ireland.

It’s savannahs are drop-off-the-end-of-the-earth beautiful with rocky outcrops (called kopjes) dotted here and there. The trees are kept neatly manicured by the giraffes, while millions of herbivores drift back and forth mowing the endless grass.

Our campsite is completely open to the elements. There are no fences or barriers, so we are immediately inundated by wild animals as we set up. Warthogs snort and forage nearby, a confused Topi gets spooked by my flapping laundry...and I’m not sure which is weirder...looking up in awe to see a giraffe glide casually by my tent, or having a baboon, sporting a boner, eyeball me while he peels back the tinfoil wrap off my stolen cheese sandwich with his tiny fingers.

We spend the next week exploring this vast park. Samson is a keen tracker and effortlessly finds all of the big five for the photogenic hunters of our group.

We trip over elephants, wade through herds of zebras, Grant’s gazelles, impalas, and towers of giraffe, spot elusive rhinos from afar, and even find a leopard having a siesta in a tree.

This entire
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Warding off the bad omens at the campsite
African trip of mine has been a whirlwind blur, and I’m beginning to feel like I’m missing it. How is that possible. I just need a minute to digest everything.

Samson offers me the shotgun seat up front while a frenzy of mad paparazzis jockey for prime viewing in back. He is not quite sure what to make of me, but he’s intrigued. We bond. He’s had a hard life. I know this by the deep jagged scars on his face & arms. He’s also someone who could kill another man. I know this instantaneously when he finally makes eye contact with me. It’s ok. I’m not alarmed. He’s no danger to us. What is clear is he fiercely loves his job.

What is even clearer, is he missed his calling to be a rally driver. We 4x4 all over the Serengeti on bouncy dirt tracks while the Australians shriek with glee.

Oh, and because I have a rule to never read up on places before I visit them, I missed the warnings not to wear blue or black. It seems that Tsetse flies are attracted to my coordinated safari wardrobe consists only of these two. All
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The entranceway to the vast plains.
day long the flies bite chunks of flesh from my arms and legs. I knock one off thinking I’ve killed it, only to have it come back to life and take another bite. I literally yelp in pain.

One of the Australians informs me I have surely contracted the sleeping sickness by now, some sort of form of narcolepsy, I’m guessing. Let me get this straight, I can get more sleep now? I deduct that this may not really be a problem, but look to Samson for reassurance. He just smirks and gives me his I detect Australian bullshit look.

I’m kind of disappointed. I do covet a sleep.

One of the Australians who knows everything, forces Samson to stop the jeep periodically to confirm he is indeed righter.

While flipping through his field book, Samson looks at me with a wide grin and points over my shoulder sheepishly. There, two feet from the road is a beautiful male lion. He sniffs into the air, but other than that, is absolutely still. His coat effortlessly blends with the dry grass making him virtually invisible. Everyone in the jeep goes bananas for that perfect shot. The lion
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Super stoked to be in the Serengeti finally!
doesn’t flinch. Samson then taps me and points to the other side of the vehicle. There, is another male lion but this one is not pleased we are there, at all. He stares up at us, snarling and hissing, trying to work out how to gain access to us through the open roof. All the tiny hairs stand up on my neck. We move along quickly.

It is late May now, and the day temperature goes way over 40c. When not out on jeep safari, we take shelter under the picnic umbrellas and laze about. With this kind of heat, you can hang your laundry on a line and its bone dry before you’ve walked away. Now that is hot.

At the Serengeti information centre, there are benches of clean-cut young men waiting anxiously for the opportunity to be picked as our guide for the afternoon. Our tiny gratuities could potentially feed their entire family for weeks. The Australians leave it to me to pick one. I select Stephen for no reason other than his entire aura shines a wild green-gold over his head.

He turns out to be the most enthusiastic, professional, and informative guide we
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Stole my cheese sandwich and then dared me to come and get it back
have ever seen. And he does his entire speech without losing a single Aussie, a feat in itself.

We decide that we cannot part with him, so we kidnap Stephen and take him back to our camp for the night. He is in heaven, and not entirely sure what is happening, but committed. Captain Orange, our robust tour guide is also impressed by this kid’s raw talents and writes him a lovely reference letter. Our tag-along trainees Q and Nash start to get nervous, they step up their own game.

Life is like that here in Africa, dog-eat-dog, with the chance of something good coming your way impossibly narrow, yet, somehow, someway it does - if you believe. The African spirit is commendable and I am humbled by their genuine go with the flow, no place to be, no schedule to meet, open for anything, glad to be alive attitude.

Our campsite has become the main social hub.

Samson and his buddies are kind of crowd shy but quickly come alive when we pepper them with questions about tourists doing stupid dangerous things while on the Serengeti.

For some reason, Americans win top scores in
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Having a wonderful night hanging out as the hyenas circle around us
this category, we hear about them falling into mud holes, and being chased by water buffalo. Our American-Pakistani vainly interrupts and asks IF all Africans call white people Mzungu, then what would they call her? Without missing a beat, Captain Orange replies with a shrug, Mzupaki. And with that her nickname was official.

Because we have been politely inviting new friends back to our camp at night, we ran out of spirits after night two. Captain Orange makes a quick phone call in Swahili, and almost instantly dim headlights meander down the dusty trail towards our camp.

It’s a mobile bar car! Apparently, even in the middle of the Serengeti you can get ice cold beer, spirits, and assorted crisps delivered to you in the dead of night. The Aussies have died and gone to heaven.

Animal, our camp cook, creates buffet masterpieces in the screened camp kitchen while we safari. He smiles craftily as we try to identify the spices in his delicious chilled tomato soup and piles of grilled mystery meats. We also get an assortment of curried salads, rice with condiments which we all eagerly attack nightly with gigantic serving spoons.

Dining under
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This poor girl was just trying to catch a siesta when she was surrounded by 50 safari jeeps.
the stars, the universe seems to go for infinity and beyond. Even as the campfire licks at my legs, I can’t help but feel like I’m a wee drop of water in this massive ocean.

Several Maasi Mara have been hired to protect us here at camp, and will stand guard after we have retired to our tents for the night. We are their hypothetical livestock. Dressed up in a uniform of plaid red and blue robes with sparkly necklaces and dangerous looking spears, they materialize from the bushes. One is wearing Nike runners, the other has on an Armani watch and a puffy ski jacket. Ok, so not as traditional as I expected.

Captain Orange has much respect for this culture and has been telling us all about their beliefs. I too think it is so fascinating, I had read the White Maasi a few years back and knew their young men are beyond fearless, and it is an honour for them to be killed by a lion.

That’s oddly comforting.

This entire Serengeti land actually belongs to the Maasai Mara peoples, but they were kicked out of the park by the British back in
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Some of the pride hang back and watch the matriarc sneak up on a warthog.
the 50’s. They linger along the boundaries while grazing their herds, constantly breaking park protocol until challenged. I can’t help but feel tourism has literally slaughtered this group’s way of life, but I give them credit for managing to hang onto their traditional beliefs and practicing their cultural uniqueness in an ever increasingly crazy world.

Unfortunately, we Mzungus have become nothing more than walking ATM’s to them. So, no real bonding opportunities with any of our protectors. That’s ok. It’s probably better that way.

Rumour has it that the great wildebeest migration is about to start, with millions of them moving across the plains followed by a posse of zebra, impalas, and gazelles. However, we only come across the odd confused looking one.

I cheekily suggest that perhaps this migration thing was made up to attract tourists? Samson rolls his eyes and suggests we take a ride out to his favourite kopje viewpoint for a sundowner. As we sit in silence, several animals come to the watering hole for a last drink before the sun disappears.

"No Wildebeest Smilderbeests though" I mutter to myself. Samson glasses the horizon.

Suddenly, the ground starts to vibrate and
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Serengeti is so pictureque and cameras do not do it justice.
with a thundering cloud, a dark stream of wildebeest as far as the eye comes into focus. I feel my jaw hit the floorboards. Samson is smug for most of the ride back.

At camp, we have our nightly impromptu talent show, all involved must do one of the following; interpretive dance, recite a scary ghost story, or sing.

We are treated to some kind of jump-dancing by our Maasi guards, then a few Kenyan rap songs by Samson and Captain Orange. My turn comes around and I strum-sing a campfire Floyd classic, “wish you were here” as everyone joins in. But I’m stopped mid- verse by another Maasai that had glided soundlessly out from the brush to say my voice is attracting the hyenas.

That’s probably not a compliment.

Sure enough, as night falls, hyenas circle and make their distinctive wooooo-uuppp noise, a hunting call. Great. I hope they are hunting for marshmallows…because we have plenty of those.

Our last day on the Serengeti, we pack up for an early start. As we are leaving the park, we stop to watch herds of zebra skittishly try to get a drink from a crocodile infested
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These little guys were completely tame and hanging around everywhere. They are closely related to elephants. What?
waterhole. From the jeep, we cheer as they winny and subsequently flee from an approaching log with teeth. Natural selection, you ain’t gonna win today.

Next stop, the rim of the Ngorogoro crater. Samson kicks it into overdrive. We've got some more animals to see.

Additional photos below
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Chill Hyena

One of the hyenas that were circling our campsite.
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Sunset on the Serengeti

Nothing like a sundowner with a sundowner!
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Dangerous Drink

Skiddish Zebras try to get a drink before the crocodiles sneak up on them
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Traffic jam on the Serengeti

We spotted a leopard sleeping in a tree, and next thing we know it we are surrounded by jeeps all trying to see our find.
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Maasi giraffe

Creating a roadblock this giraffe has the most wonderful distinctive pattern.
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Stephen the Magnificent

We kidnapped this guide and took him back to our campsite for the night. Some people are just diamonds.
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Not a happy camper

This lion was not pleased we had stopped to look at him. He snarled and hissed at us. It was terrifying being in an open jeep.
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Follow the path or die

Our campsite was nicely marked out for those of us that needed to trek to the bathroom in the middle of the night
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hood oraments

So many of them all over the Serengeti
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Another flat tire

Just a part of the daily routine on the Serengeti, Samson and Nash make quick work of it.

4th September 2014

Andrea your African trip just keeps getting better and better. The photos are gorgeous (even the one of the randy cheese sandwich eating baboon)!
4th September 2014

Aw shucks, thanks. My crappy camera did a pretty good job. That baboon mocked me.
4th September 2014
Endless Savannah

Ok, every time I read one of your blogs it becomes my favorite. Lazing about with all of the animals....say no to animal overload. Wow. Crazy drivers, animals, camp fire stories.....perfect experience. And.....amazing photos. You need to open a gallery.
4th September 2014
Endless Savannah

Best trip ever!
I just love the experience of travel and I hope my blogs reflect that. I was thrilled that most of the animals were just feet from our jeep or my pictures would have been crapola.
4th September 2014
Beautiful Boy

I can hearing the singing....the lion sleeps tonight.
4th September 2014
Beautiful Boy

Great song! Now I can't get it out of my head.
Even my crappy camera was able to capture the beauty of this boy 2 feet from the jeep! Was so lucky to come that close to him. He is gorge isn't he?
4th September 2014
The only Leopard in the Serengeti

Oh I'm so jealous! We didn't get the luxury of seeing a leopard in the Serengeti... have to go back!
5th September 2014

just wow
stunning stunning stunning!
5th September 2014
Endless pictures

Follow that Road
Game Safaris Andrea...how lucky are you? There's something about the Serengeti that captures the soul...great name...great wildlife...great vistas. And how lucky were you to have Maasai guards?
26th May 2016

That Song...
I think after seeing the rains down in Africa, its hard not to smile and think of Toto's song every time it rains. Love your big animal stuff ;) Keep hanging out with Aussies too!
26th May 2016

Couldn't get the song out of my mind
When driving around the Serengeti, that song was all I could hear! The Aussies would burst out singing it once and while too. That and "the lion sleeps tonight". And the "circle of life." Pretty fun.
27th August 2022

I love this. Beautiful sights. Keep it up.

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