Fly camping under ancient cedars in our little dome tents. The horses gobbling up the long green grass – what a treat – no rain on Borana to produce the soft succulent greenness of the grass in the Hyena Camp. The ridges and valleys are literally heaving with elephants – the side effect of so much rain. The dams are full and elephant and buffalo tussle for the right to bathe in the muddy wallows. Riding the pathways created over hundreds of years, avoiding the huge kopjes that litter the ridges – amazed by the nimbleness of the horse.
Startling a bat-eared fox family from their burrow, watching the giraffe’s neck reach down to drink, marvelling at the invention of their necks. Wildlife abounds – there is hardly time to take in the surroundings, the wild flowers in bloom like tissues scattered on the ground. Fillet steak and whisky by the fireside in the evenings, good conversation and early to bed – tired by the sun and the exercise.
Leopards loping off in the distance on the top a hillside, patas monkeys drinking from a watering hole, black rhinos sunbathing in the heat of day, but ever alert to the smells around them so slightly disturbed by the fragrance of horse and Grevy zebra just looking beautiful.
Miles of beautiful Africa all different, the variety of scenery and wildlife incredible from the lushness of the hills to the dryness of the plains, the snowy slopes of Mt Kenya forever in the South and dramatic vistas to the North.
