Wednesday 9 August 2017

Lost in the wilderness

It was during a casual lunch out with friends that we conceived the idea of visiting Kenya; I was the least enthusiastic one among six of us (including my husband) for the simple fact that I don’t understand wildlife. Planning started well in advance (in March), as we intended to visit during peak season of animal migration i,e; Mid July to Mid of August. Initial bookings were done, but then I went through a personal tragedy that stretched for almost two months, it put me into absolute oblivion. I wanted to back out from the tour; my friends resisted vehemently and today I am grateful to them for that.

It was an eight days trip that started with taking a direct flight to Nairobi from Mumbai. We reached Nairobi at ten in the morning, representative of our tour operator Buymore Adventures (Ms. Nadzua) was waiting for us outside the airport with a pack of sandwiches, local SIM cards for each one and a most endearing smile. We were introduced to our guide cum driver Kaka, a young man of Luo tribe from Lake Victoria. Almost immediately we started for Amboseli National park in Southern Kenya near the foothill of Mt. Kilimanjaro. It was a four and half hour drive, last one hour of which was quite bumpy; this was the only leg of our tour where we took a road trip, intended to get a flavour of the countryside.
A vegetable market on the way

The landscape

We stayed in Ol Tukai lodge inside the park, a spread out property surrounded by sky range of green pasture in three sides and the mighty Kilimanjaro on the other. Tired and grumpy, as we passed through the lounge after the welcoming protocol, the unspoiled green with zebras grazing freely opened up in front of us; in one instant, all discomfort forgotten I was in a stupor. We were allotted elephant view cottages that provided unhindered view of the pasture, only a thin wire fence separated us from the animals. It became dark soon after, so the bar and dining hall were left to be explored for the night.


In Amboseli

A Tuskar in front of the Cottage; biggest of the big five

It was still dark outside when I woke up the next day; my husband was getting ready to join the group for early morning safari. I already opted to stay back; the property had too much to offer that I wanted to explore in my own way. The first glimpse of Sunrise appeared in the horizon like a sacred dream; in a daze I started moving towards the pasture where the zebra and buffaloes were in a silent march creating silhouettes on a celestial landscape. Next few hours I strolled around the property absolutely immersed into the sanctity of nature, listening to the sweet melodies of unknown birds, observing the orderly formation of the wild animals; the lively baboons freely playing around in the remote area of the lodge weren’t bothered about my presence either. It was a morning to be treasured in my chest of memories. 
The Pasture
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The Sunrise



In the later part of the morning, we went to the nearby Masai village as part of our itinerary. Our interaction with the son of the Kraal Chief and their medicine man appeared to be phony, so was the Masai dance and visiting their huts. A makeshift school with its sole teacher and handful of students was in dire need of patronage, if to be taken seriously. Frankly speaking the entire episode of the proud Masai clan trying to impress the tourists made me feel sad; I had much more honest interaction with them in the lodge and during my solitary bush walk at Masai mara.
Masai hut

The Masai ladies 
A delayed lunch followed by a leisurely chat and photo session at the poolside in the winter afternoon Sun was thoroughly enjoyable. I spent rest of the daytime sitting at the veranda, sipping Darjeeling tea (Yes, I carry that everywhere).

Elans, the biggest bucks

The Ostrich
Next day, early morning well spent in the open ground post breakfast we set out for the nearby airstrip to catch a charter flight to Naivasha, scheduled at 8.30 am in one of the lodge vehicles (our own vehicle went to our next destination the previous evening). We could manage quite a few sighting of animals and bird at the roadside swamp on our way, driver of the vehicle facilitated photography by halting suitably. On reaching the airstrip, we were informed that our flight was late by an hour, but we can go in another aircraft already waiting on the runway. ‘What about the passengers of this plane?’ we asked gingerly, ‘They haven’t arrived yet, may be they take your flight’ the porter already helping with our luggage declared with a laugh. This was my first experience of a charter flight, so it was my fancy to be photographed with the Pilot. Accordingly, I approached the porter, ‘Can I take a selfie with the Pilot?’; ‘yes of course, I am the Pilot!’ Before I could react, he obliged with the selfie and went into the cockpit assuredly; I lacked his confidence though for the entire flight of an hour.

Unlike Amboseli (a forest land away from city life), Naivasha was an industrial town with urban influences much like Nairobi. From the airstrip Kaka picked us up and headed for the Crescent Island, basically a private ranch on the Naivasha Lake with one side attached to the mainland. It required a lot of steep climb and long walk in the picturesque property, but the freely roaming Zebras, Wildebeests, Giraffe, Elands, Waterbucks, Impalas and numerous species of migrated birds on the lake including Pelicans and Anhingas made it worth the pain. The entry fee for foreigners is 30$ each for the island which I found a bit steep though.
Giraffe

The Anhingas
The Pelicans
The orange crown stock

Spur winged Plover

From crescent Island we went to our resting place for next two days, Kiboko camp, a luxury camp hotel right at the bank of Lake Naivasha. Staying at the camp, one could simply do nothing, but sit at the private veranda viewing the lake for hours, or sip a glass of wine at the bar and witness a most romantic Sunset on the lake; this would surely be a lifetime experience even for a seasoned traveler. In the afternoon, we went for a boat ride on the lake which I felt wasn’t necessary, as we stayed right on the bank and anyway observed hoard of birds of all kind from a very close quarter.
The fish eagle

The Pied kingfisher
A Giant Kingfisher

Kiboko Camp
Sunset at Naivasha Lake

Naivasha Lake at dawn
In the evenings, guests were supposed to call for a guard to be escorted to the dining hall, across the garden yard. We were a bit casual about it and went without one on the first night; while returning to the room, a guard insisted on accompanying. A hippo was grazing at the garden at arm’s length, ‘they will tear you apart if come on their way’ his simple warning took away my courage. That night symphony of Hippos’ growling (can’t term it particularly melodious) helped us to have ‘Sound sleep’; I woke up at least twice with a start just to check below the bed.

Next morning we went for a day long trip to Nakuru Lake National Park, the road trip was enjoyable with good road and picturesque landscape. The park was surrounded by the vast salty lake with deep blue water stretched till the horizon. Here we spotted white Rhino and also lion for the first time in our trip; though two of our team members who took night safari in Amboseli, saw lion cubs there also. An elaborate lunch at the hill top Sopa Lodge with spectacular view of the valley added to the charm.
White Rhino, one of the big five

The Jungle King
Nakuru Lake

We had a morning flight next day to Masai mara at 10 am, due to miscommunication, the hotel ordered for the cars late (we had to take two cars due to our luggage) and the airstrip was a long drive of about forty five minutes. We ladies started in the first car that arrived earlier, the driver wasn’t fast enough, when insisted he just gave a most charming smile, by now the second car with the men drove past us. We panicked as they went beyond our view line; when insisted to catch up, the fellow gave a heart-warming answer, ‘I don’t know the road to airstrip’. One of us called up a friend in the other car, as we thought we have spotted the car ahead. ‘Please take your hand out from the window, so we know we are in the correct road’ was her suggestion. There was no response from the car ahead; I muttered all the abuses that I knew, fortunately I have very limited vocabulary for that. As we reached, ten minutes late for the flight time, our friend from the other car started barking, ‘I flapped like a flamingo all through the road, you idiots couldn’t see?’ It was another car that we thought was theirs we realised. Anyway, with great luck this time also our flight was late by an hour; the airstrip staff (basically two guards) went to sleep on the grass at the entrance, the moment we were in. Finally when our aircraft was about to arrive, one of the guards went to the runway riding a bike, we thought to be witnessing a new trick for landing; it was to ward off the grazing zebras in order to make room for the plane we realised later.

In Masai Mara we stayed in Kikorok Lodge, a beautifully maintained estate with a Hippo pond (Hippos became a constant companion to me in this trip, I realised) and a widespread un-fenced grassland where not only zebras, wild buffaloes, leopards and even lions pay a regular visit at night. In the three days that we stayed there, our safaris were unforgettable with all possible African animals spotted near at hand. The early morning balloon safari followed by champagne breakfast in the open; the private bush dinner at a most thrilling atmosphere heightened by sudden mock ambush by the Masai warriors were all experiences of a lifetime. On the last day evening I took a Bush walk with a Masai reception staff of the hotel that will also remain as a treasure in my memory forever.
Our Cottage in Kikorok
We rule the Jungle, the mightiest of big Five

Brothers in arms
Wild buffalo, one of the big five


Do I need to say more?

The Hyana



The ultimate affection

The Exodus, wildebeests

Zebras at Mara river crossing

Where Eagles dare
Who am I?


Leopard with a kill, the most dangerous of big Five

A Cheetah

The landscape


Sunrise from Balloon safari

Mongoose, Taken from Balloon
At the bush dinner

At the Hippo Pond

At Mara River crossing


On the final day of our trip we took a mid-day flight to Nairobi (again an hour late), had lunch at carnivore restaurant that serves all kind of meat available in African Jungle (I ate a vegetable pizza quite apologetically), did some shopping from the local market and took a night flight to Mumbai. It would be wrong to say ‘with that our journey ended’; it was actually the beginning of a romance for me with wildlife and with Africa.

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