Maasai Mara – Into the Wild (part 2)

On Air, 7th September 2018

(Part 2)


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At breaking dawn, the air was still chilled but much lifted. Birds were chirping. Dogs were barking. Masai men and boys started taking their cows out for the day. Dozen of 4WD cars from different turns poured in to the one road leading to Oloolaimutia Gate. The park is open at 6.30am. Every safari group was trying to beat each other on the race to be the earliest with high hope of exciting sighting for the day. The sun was rising insanely quick from a far bathing the entire park with its radiant rays. Everything was a hue of bright pinkish orange, dotted with the black shades of trees, huts and hills.

After Steven told me about all the noises he heard last night that kept him almost sleepless, I kind of got higher on the prospect of what we would see during the day.

The cape buffaloes

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The park was lively! Gazelles jumping around, more birds flying and singing, rabbits hopping, zebras now showing. This was the opposite of the moon set scenario the night before. far up the hill, a flock of cars were gathering to watch a family of giraffes having their vegan breakfast. I was so jealous! But we needed to turn around quickly to rescue a fellow car that had gone slightly too far into a ditch. Evan seemed to know everyone. Right after we drove a long one of the main road where we saw an injured cap buffalo trying to catch up with its herd. The poor thing has a broken back leg and needed to take rest as he followed. The herd didn’t seem to be in a hurry and patiently wait for him.

The King

By now, the sun has risen pretty high and the first layer of clothing was off. We received some tips from the radio. All cars here communicated through radio if anything exciting happened. They have this funny antenna at the back of the car and a few tennis balls was centered and used as bumpers. It amazed me how Evan navigated through this park. Did he remember a tree or a stone? Back in old-time where there were no road, no car, no train, Kenyan walked everywhere and navigation skill was one that would certify the brightest man within their tight knitted community. As we drove back and down an off-road, we saw him – a male lion gazing off his kingdom. By the time we arrived at the spot (which was pretty much 10m away from the King, there were over 10 cars side by side catching the mightiest of the sight. The Kind didn’t seem so bothered with our presence – our funny shape, our chirping voices, our camera and its sounds. Then after a while, he slowly walked off and crossed the road right in front of our car. He headed up the hill, most likely to continue his morning nap. Nearby, his lioness and children were enjoying a nap under the shades.

– “They do not seem to be very big”, surprised Steven noted.

– Steven, a male lion is about 2 – 2.5m long and 1.2m high.

– He didn’t roar.

– they are so chilled, just like big cats chilling out.

– ect…

They are just big cats. Some very graceful and dangerous if needed big cats. All cats are graceful. Pakistani Lin enthusiast’s dream was fulfilled by now.

We spent some time there watching the lionesses before heading out the rolling hills a far, where I spotted a massive herd of wildebeests and zebras. There two seem to be good friends. We saw them moving together quite often in the park. Before we reached the spot, another tip came from the radio. We heard there was a leopard up the hill. The road was so badly bumpy and muddy that we all had to quickly sit down. Steven and I had got quite a few bumps in our heads and shoulders by then. The evening before we saw a car being escorted out because of off-road driving but we just did that. It’s the same for every safari trips. As the people presence grows, the wildlife tend to keep their timid selves under covered and places no car would go in. Its harder and harder for us to spot certain species in the park. as we stopped, the group arrived earlier said the leopard was on the top a rock. I couldn’t see a thing in honesty and thoughts it was a scam.

The “fashionista”

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Finally we reached the zebra meadow. Thousand of them idling around, eating glasses and gazing at human beings. Such beautiful creatures! I got to know that zebra is closer to donkeys then horses, which indeed reminded me of the Cairo zoo who had painted donkeys in their premise! They ran, they played and they crossed the road.

The dead eater

Steven checked on the map and told me we are very near the border of Tanzania and the story when the British and German rulers sat over tea, took out a pencil  and ruler and drew a straight line that halved the east Africa land. When it reached mount Kilimanjaro, sympathy for the flat landscape of Germany, the British drew a curve line. Nodaways, all of mount Kilimanjaro is within Tanzania sovereignty. “ I think we are actually on it Kate!”. The best road of the Masai Mara, the border road. We saw illegal zebras and wildebeests crossing the border without proper paper works. We saw a group of ugly vultures finishing off a dead buffaloes. A wild boars family was nearly watching, probably hoping they would left something. A massive Marabou stork (ubiquitous along the tree lines near the Government building in Nairobi) flew down, disgusted at the dead carcass lunch feast.

When I was little, my most favorite TV show was called “Animal World” on VTV1. Now that I have travelled to some parts of the world, read mostly English book and watched more English television than Vietnamese television, i think it’s some sort of “Discovery Channel” but it’s amazing how such knowledge had remained for so long. Yes through the small screen, I had seen the breathtaking landscape of Africa, the draught and withered color of the land I once thought so dead, the naive gazelles who strolled through the savannah, the great sound of wildebeests and buffalos who raved the land crossing the water, the lion fight, the cheetah who eyed, chased and took that sharp bite right at its prey’s neck, the hyena who stole the victory hunt and the vultures who finished off whatever left. At that moment, I admired those wonderful brave people who had given us those surreal footing of the wild. 20 years later, here I was, in Africa, driving along all these creatures that awed me with their grace, their beauty and their every moves.

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Wefie in the Mara