Privileged to spend eight nights in the Maasai Mara in October 2009, we relished the opportunity to revisit our land of dreams.
Ever since our first visit to Kenya in 2005 we’d fallen in love with the continent and had longed to return. For four years we’d played our Africa CDs daily and viewed our photos longingly, anticipating the day we would return. Back in 2009 we had our chance…
Each morning we bounded out of our beds and into the wilderness, eager and hopeful of what the day would bring. We owe much of our success to the fantastic guides and staff of the Kicheche Bush Camp, Mara Safari Club and David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, who we cannot praise enough and to whom we long to return.
It is through our experiences and time in Kenya that we tell, and re-live, our memories of this amazing continent, and above all, of the Maasai Mara.
Here’s my first recollection….
Driving towards a cheetah hunt our safari vehicle stopped in its tracks. Lying camouflaged in the grass was a newborn fawn. Still wet from the birth and estimated at a mere 30 minutes old, the baby had been temporarily abandoned by its mother who, exhausted from the birth, had left the child to graze on the open plains. Instinct kicked in – the fawn kept its head low and was deadly still. Somewhat defensively, vehicles began to park between the cheetahs and fawn, hoping to delay what looked like the inevitable. Ironically it was the grazing mother who was chased by the predators whilst the fawn lay undetected. When the time came to drive away from the fawn, exposing it to the predators once more, we could not look back, we could only hope that the baby would gain the strength required to move to safety.