Early morning in the Serengeti, squeezing six to a pop-top Land Cruiser.
A herd of wildebeest crosses the road, five or six deep, stretching for ever. Hundreds of wildebeest, a thousand perhaps. The hooves collectively thunder; a cacophony of oinking grunts. A few get confused and run the wrong way, young males stop to pick fights and hit on the females; but they are all sucked back into the relentless flow.
Thompson’s and Grant’s gazelles, impalas, giraffes and dozens of zebra graze at the side of the track. A dung beetle rolls a dropping the size of a baseball uphill. A young wildebeest bounds into a herd and tries to take over, but the dominant male sees him off.
A stream choc-a-block with cooling hippos and, a little apart from them, a solitary croc. They respect each other, like nuclear states, because each could destroy the other. A lioness pokes her head out the bush, peers around, and strolls along the edge of a stream to a shadier spot, followed at a jog by ten unruly month-old cubs the size of little ginger cats. A second lioness acts as rearguard.
Back to the same spot in the afternoon, the trees by then thick with vultures. A lioness appears with blood on her face and paws. The cubs jogs after her in ones and twos and they all clamber down to the stream to drink and wash the blood from their fur, then leap over the water and move on, leaving the carcass to the vultures.
“Poa kicheze,” Frederick says.
“It means ‘cool’; ‘very cool’.”
“Pork a chaise, eh?”
A herd of elephants wants to graze where the lions have gone, and elephants think nothing of lions. They spread out and advance in a row, like soldiers clearing a jungle. One lioness hurries the cubs away while the other stays back and glares at the elephants; but the elephants press on with slow determination. The lioness has to save face, so she waits till the elephants are inches away, then leaves with studied nonchalance.
“Sawa-sawa?” says Frederick, “Okay?”
But the jeep will not start. The elephants are looking at us now. One of the bulls flaps his ears and looks angry. Elephants are bad-tempered things. And an elephant will toss over a jeep as casually as you would flick a bug from your arm. Frederick calls out to another driver and asks him to shunt the jeep from behind to get it going. It works.
“Asante sana, Frederick”.
Thank you very much. You’re welcome.
(c) Richard Senior 2014
5 thoughts on “Serengeti Snapshots”
Thanks a lot
I love Tanzania. I’ve never been, and only hear interesting tales about it. One of my top 16 dream destinationa. Beautiful post.
Thanks very much 🙂 I think Serengeti is my favourite of the NP’s. I’ve posted before about Ngorongoro and Etosha which are both great (and Chobe etc). I haven’t been to Masaai Mara though