Whilst in the Maasai Mara we were lucky enough to take a hot air balloon ride over the plains at dawn to witness the wildlife awakening and experience the blissfull silence.
We witnessed the rolling, vast landscape, following meandering rivers and waving at locals in the villages beneath us.
Wildlife was surprisingly camouflaged, take this hyena for example. Somewhat panicked by the presence of the balloon he ran and ran, trying to out run us, occasionally stopping to glance skywards.
The bleakness of the landscape was very apparent, but hauntingly beautiful.
This post is the 13th in the series “Memories of the Maasai Mara” and is an extract from the Taraji Blue book “Memories of the Maasai Mara” …
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.