Monday, 25 January 2016

Our top 5 safari camps and lodges in East Africa

Another year has come and gone in what seems to be the blink of an eye! So we decided to recap on our adventures last year and round up our favorite safari camps and lodges in East Africa of 2015. What's important in picking a safari camp? Hosting and guiding, camp location and seamless safari style. So with that in mind and in no particular order, here we go...

1. Serian Camp - Masai Mara, Kenya

It doesn't get better than the smiling faces and warm embrace that you are met with on arrival at Serian Camp. From the moment you step out of the vehicle you get the feeling you are walking into someone's home and you are the guest of honor. The camp is perched on the Mara river, in the Mara North conservancy that borders the reserve and enjoys quick access to both the reserve and a private wilderness concession on the river banks opposite the camp. Rooms are elegantly tucked away along the river so you can soak in the tub and listen to hippos munching their way around your room at night. Top marks!

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2. Namiri Plains - Serengeti, Tanzania

Namiri Plains looks as though it was plonked in the middle of the open grassland without much thought or care, but once you are in camp you find it is uniquely situated in a quiet corner of the Serengeti (and a quite corner in the Serengeti is a rare find) with epic 360 wilderness views. The camp defines minimalist safari elegance and leaves little mark on the landscape. It is eco friendly, people friendly and very easy on the eye. You could almost say the Serengeti sells itself, with the huge numbers of wildlife, and all those lions - so many lions! But actually, Namiri Plains sells the Serengeti.

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3. Kwihala Camp - Ruaha, Tanzania

Another gem in the Asilia property pile, we loved Kwihala because of the amazing people that work here and their superb walking safaris. Kwihala is often used as a base for guide training and it's easy to see why. Guiding is one of our top priorities when it comes to choosing properties for our clients, after all you came to Africa to learn, to discover and most of all to stay safe. Kwihala's league of incredibly knowledgeable and enthusiastic guides took top marks from us and we soaked up their knowledge like a dry a sponge. Couple that with a fun, social atmosphere back at camp and you have a winning recipe. Our top choice for an unparalleled, wild bush escape.

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4. Elsa's Kopje - Meru, Kenya

When you think of heading off the beaten track you picture sleepless nights on paper thin roll up mattresses, limited water supplies and yet another bland pasta dinner. We all go to great lengths to find wild places where we can unwind from the daily grind no matter the cost of comfort. Well forget about that! Elsa's Kopje has been around for years and for a long time has been one our favourite spots because it oozes absolute luxury in the heart of an almost forgotten patch of Kenyan bush. There are few other places where you can kick back in an open poolside bathtub with views you never imagined possible. It's wild, it's romantic, it's inspiring and it's Audrey-Hepburn-style timeless elegance.

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5. Sand Rivers - Selous, Tanzania

It's no secret that we caught the Sand Rivers bug when we visited the Selous last year, but can anyone blame us? Sand Rivers enjoys an absolute premium spot in the Selous with unbelievable views down the river and Nomad's signature effortless interior style. Aside from the tearful perfection of the location and design, we absolutely loved the team here. Excellent guiding with fantastic knowledge not only on the bigger species but on birds and trees.

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So there you have it. Our run down of the best bush spots in East Africa. Email or visit our website to find out more and to book your next East African safari.

Friday, 14 August 2015

Zanzibar Dreaming

Day One
Just twenty minutes of flying time transfers you from the hustle and bustle of Dar Es Salaam to the idyllic island of Zanzibar. Used as a major trade port for decades Zanzibar is rich in history, incredible architecture and ancient culture. We landed later than expected (the typical African motto of arriving in time as opposed to on time rang truest that day) and drove the one and a half hours to Matemwe village on the East. We passed through the open fields on the islands interior and every so often we caught glimpses of the beautiful Indian ocean and shrieked with excitement. We were shattered when we finally arrived and so after a delicious Swahili style dinner we fell asleep to the sound of the ocean waves lapping the coral at the edge of our verandah. 

Day Two
As we had arrived in the dark the night before we woke to a very special site. Matemwe’s guest rooms are so close to the edge of the reef that you almost feel as though you are floating in the sea itself! The sun rose spectacularly across the open water, greeting the early morning fisherman and illuminating the oceans golden hues.

We started off at Breezes hotel on the island’s lower Eastern edge and explored The Zanzibar Collection’s three very different beach side properties: Breezes, The Palms and Baraza. And then, sensing a break in the weather we made a mad dash for the near by Rock Restaurant. We had heard so much about it so we were quite excited to visit. We passed through what seemed to be a very battered old village and started wondering what the heck kind of mess we had gotten ourselves into. But the tiny, sandy streets opened out onto the ocean and floating in the middle was indeed the little restaurant on the rock – it was exactly as we had imagined it. Of course we took about twenty minutes standing at the base of it looking up in wonder and taking photo after photo, and then finally climbed the sandy steps to the top.

After lunch we headed North to Ras Nungwi where we discovered what must be Zanzibar’s best beach. It was that exquisite white colour that you only really see in movies and the ocean was turquoise, like a scene from a movie. The hotel itself was curled comfortably on a slope down to the beach with a warm, friendly air about the place and as an extra bonus: diving and dive training on site!It was quite late in the day and the temptation to roll into a beach side hammock, order a cocktail and stay there forever was incredibly tempting. Talk about the icing on the cake!

Day Three
Another early morning for us as we boarded our little boat bound for the coral reefs of the Mnemba Atoll. The boat ride out was about thirty minutes and our driver took great care edging us around the reef breaker and away from the big waves. We were in the water before you could say “snorkel” and the reef revealed all kinds of little treasures – certainly some of the best snorkeling in East Africa! To top it all off a call came from our boat captain and we saw sets of little fins gliding through the water. Dolphins! They swam all around us and passed below us leaving us silly humans all a little awestruck. 

Once we were back on dry ground and down from our dolphin induced high we had a quick lunch and then were whisked off to Stone Town for a short tour with our new friend, Ben. Stone Town is an architectural gem, but we must admit that being two little bush women we did not manage too well in the big city! We wandered the markets and filled our shopping bags before enjoying a sun-downers on the roof of Emerson Spice Hotel and demanding we be taken back to the wide open spaces of Matemwe for the beach barbecue. It was a chaotic and beautiful afternoon that wont be forgotten anytime soon and we recommend at least a visit to this fascinating town for all our guests, even the country bumpkins.

Day Four
We left early in the morning to catch our flight back to Nairobi and sat in stony silence in the taxi on the way to the airport. Matemwe had found its way into our hearts!

A big thank you to the wonderful folks at Matemwe for putting up with us for three nights – you were all superb!

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Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Tanzania: The Wild South

Day One 
We left our comfortable room at Macushla House in Nairobi early to catch our outbound flight. It’s a short 1.5hrs in the air from Nairobi to Dar Es Salaam and upon landing we had pre-arranged a transfer to take us directly to the local terminal for the afternoon flight to the Selous. However, feeling a tad overexcited we opted instead for our own taxi chap (his name was Ali, he was nice) to go and explore downtown Dar Es Salaam. Including a ten minute stop for lunch, we had a wonderful time munching cashew nuts in the traffic and panicking about whether we would make it back in time for our connecting flight.

The flight to the Selous is about one hour twenty minutes and flying out of the city, deep into the heart of Tanzania you begin to really understand how big and beautiful this country really is. The landscape changes so dramatically; from lush green forests to dusty dry savannas until finally the water wilderness of the Rufiji river system is below you and it takes your breath away. We barreled out of the plane in a semi calm panic, happy to be back on solid ground and met our enthusiastic guide, Ernest, from Sand Rivers Selous.

Sand Rivers is perched right on top of the Rufiji river with some of the best views in the park! We both felt immediately at home here and are still pining to return. After a quick shower and an inappropriate amount of squealing we headed off with trusty Ernest on a bush walk to stretch our legs and see what little treasures the Selous held. We didn’t walk far, stopping and photographing each and every tree with total fascination and the sun hit the undulating landscape in such a way that everything beyond that moment and that place became totally irrelevant.

Day Two
The next day we were up early – seize the day and all that – and were whisked off into the bush. The lakes in this area are rich with hippos, crocodiles and a variety of colourful birdlife. Masai giraffe ambled about with zebra, impala, yellow baboons, elephants, leopard and lions and after a dip in the hot spring we tucked into a delicious picnic breakfast on the banks of Lake Tagallala. We had lunch at Beho Beho, which is an elegant lodge built away from the river with sweeping views across the hills and valley below, before continuing on to Lake Manze Camp on the shores of Lake Manze.

With so much water around we just had to do a boat cruise! That afternoon we cruised through the tributaries around Lake Manze looking at birds, crocodiles and other little critters before emerging out onto the lake to watch the sun set to the sound of grunting hippos and fish eagle calls.

Day Three
Despite the gloomy weather, our incredibly knowledgeable guide Sammy somehow coerced us into good spirits and took us for a bush walk the following morning. It wasn’t far, but we learned more about the Selous Eco-system on that single walk than we did on our entire trip. Shout out to Sammy! After our walk we transferred to the near by Impala Camp (Lake Manze’s sister camp) where we were met by a sweet Italian man named Faustus. The camp was so lovely and lunch was served on the dining platform, making the most of the river view. Faustus also accompanied us to our next stop - Siwandu Camp. Along the way Faust very proudly informed us that the airline we were flying with was actually Italian owned! “So, maybe might die,” he said. “But at least you have good pizza on board.” Cue nervous laughter. PS. Coastal Aviation – I’m still waiting for said promised pizza.

At the superbly romantic and secretive Siwandu Camp we got back on the boat and headed off for a spot of fishing. The number of crocodiles in the lake was just astonishing – it’s a wonder anything survives here. But the catfish do, so after a few close encounters with the scaly beasts we parked our camping chairs on the lake side and cast our fishing rods. In the space of an hour we produced an almost-catfish and an unfortunate terrapin (which we later spent an hour operating on and eventually released in good spirits). Obviously this has nothing to do with our stunted fishing skills - June is just the wrong time of year for it!

Day Four
Finally a sleep in before our flight to Ruaha! After a relaxing breakfast and emergency checking of work emails (we are still getting on top of this “being on safari is not an excuse” stuff) we catch our one hour, fifty minute flight to Ruaha which lands at the main airstrip in the heart of the park. Saidi, from Kwihala camp greets us enthusiastically and whisks us off into the unknown, via a pride of lions with cubs on a giraffe kill of course.  Arriving at Kwihala camp, Sandy meets us with cool towels and a warm greeting. We fall in love with Sandy almost instantly and we laugh and natter over a delicious light lunch in their shady dining tent. After lunch, Lorenzo comes to meet us. Lorenzo is the walking guide at Kwihala. He’s Italian, of course and he’s a hoot! Our walk that afternoon takes us between the towering baobab trees, into the rocks and out onto the golden grassland. Lorenzo is engaging, funny (in that offbeat Italian way we love) and incredibly knowledgeable.  We drink G&Ts, watch the sun set among the giant baobabs and listen to a leopard calling near by. This is Africa.

Day Five
Up nice and early we head off in search of Mdonyo Old River Camp. It’s surprisingly chilly this morning, but luckily Kwihala anticipates our naivety and packs extra blankets and hot water bottles in the car. Brownie points! En route we find a serval hunting in the long grass, some elephants, a male lion, lesser kudu and a troop of baboons. Mdonyo Old River Camp is based, as the name suggests, right along an old river, between a cascade of incredible trees and wildlife. We only stop for a coffee and a look around but it is certainly a fantastic site! Saidi then deposits us on the side of a beautiful dry riverbed for our “bonnet breakfast” where we witness our first “crossing”, as pictured below. Nothing quite like the great wildebeest migration to be sure, but the moment is entirely our own and the wilderness is unlike any we have seen before!

We arrive at the simple but stylish Kigelia Camp in time for lunch. The basic, bush friendly layout of this place is fused perfectly into its surroundings and we spent a bizarre amount of time walking around, touching things and gasping at the general beautifulness. That afternoon we take a drive through the spectacular baobab forests that Ruaha is so famous for and on the way back spot a caracal (huge excitement!). Drinks around the fire and a delicious three course meal under the stars mean we head off to bed with full tummies and happy hearts. 

Day Six
We are up before dawn to find our way to the beautiful Ruaha river. Starting from a viewpoint, we walk down and along the river. It’s only a short walk but all we need to stretch the legs and take in the spectacular scenery before a picnic breakfast on the bank. After breakfast we take a short drive down the river, enjoying incredible riverside birdlife like fish eagles, herons, egrets, bee-eaters, kingfishers and ground hornbills before catching our lunchtime flight to Zanzibar

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Sunday, 25 January 2015

Lion fight in Laikipia

It was early November and I was driving around Laikipia’s Ol Pejeta Conservancy with professional wildlife photographer and dear friend Margot Raggett. We had failed spectacularly in our search for cats that morning, but around lunchtime we heard that lions had been spotted recently in the area so we decided to return in the afternoon and soldier on. A combination of desperate hope, Margot’s eagle eyes and pure luck produced the result we were hoping for: a solo lioness emerged from the bushes. She seemed to be waiting for something, staring resolutely into the bushes behind. At first we thought she was hunting and had spotted a tasty impala shaped snack that we couldn’t see. But about five minutes later a mating pair of lions arrived.

She ran over to join them. They all seemed familiar and greeted each other affectionately, but she was obviously very interested in the male. Amid our scandalous chatter about lion relations I gasped, “Margot! There’s another male.” A big male appeared near by and made a bee-line for the threesome.

He wasted no time splitting them up and then a loud and bloody fight erupted between the two males. It happened so quickly I barely had time to register it. I just pressed click! 

It was everything you would imagine it would be. When such an incredibly powerful force of nature unexpectedly erupts it is thrilling, terrifying and magical. Sometimes I get complacent watching these great beasts sleeping. They grumble and ignore everyone and everything around them and I wonder what all the fuss is about. This scene reminded me why lions are ‘the king of the jungle.’

Claiming his prize

Injured but victorious

The female in question

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Thursday, 27 November 2014

The Allure of Lamu

It was April and I set off to explore one of Kenya’s most talked about coastal locations: Lamu island. If I wasn’t a nervous flyer, I probably would have enjoyed the scenic flight from Nairobi to Manda Airport. But I am a gibbering wreck on small, shaky airplanes so in fact I kept my head down, praying that I would survive and listened to my trusty boyfriend 'oooh' and 'ahhh' over whatever brilliant landscape was passing by thousands of meters below us. Three hours later we landed in Lamu and I breathed a massive sigh of relief!

The air here is thick and hot – just what you would expect when landing anywhere along Kenya’s toasty coastline. But what really set this spot apart for me was walking through the airport and meeting the man with the wide smile and bare feet. He grabbed my bag from me and chatted away about monkeys and Kenyan politics whilst we walked to the seaside to catch our connecting transfer to Diamond Beach Village on Manda. Lamu island is technically an island, but on all sides bar one it is entirely surrounded by land. To the east it looks across to Manda, beautiful thick mangroves dominate the north and north-eastern edges and then desert-like dunes look great the ocean to the south. So, we hop aboard our water taxi and what happens? Of course the only pair of flip flops I have brought along with me snap! Did I bring an emergency pair of lip flops? Nope. Did I bring any other shoes at all? This is the beach. Obviously not! “Hakuna shida,” says our boat driver. “Hakuna ina viatu katika Lamu.” (Nobody wears shoes in Lamu).

Twenty minutes later we are marshaled onto some sort of fairytale on Shela beach where Rachael, the owner of Diamond Beach Village meets us. Diamond Beach is not actually a village but this low cost, character filled ‘lodge’ is set up like a small village, with alleyways leading to an array of rooms from single, semi detached bandas to multi room treehouses. Our room is the nearest to the beach (brilliant!) and we washed the sand from our feet before entering into the rustic banda. Everything here seemed totally in tune with its beachy environment; seashells decorated nooks and crannies and bougainvillea flowers brought colour to the doors and walls. We spent one night here, hosted by Rachael who was full of great stories and the chef whipped up a delicious seafood curry. The next morning we strolled along the beach, exploring the exposed coral rock formations and laid our white bodies out to bake on the beach. Bliss.

The next day we transferred to Peponi hotel in Shela (directly opposite) by boat and were shown to a room that was discretely tucked away along the beach under the hotels breakfast deck. The room and its veiled beachside location were agonizingly beautiful. It was immediately apparent that the hotel owner, Carol had gone through each element of these rooms in fine detail and her laid back, stylish personality shone from the ornate four poster beds to the unique brass coffee pitchers. Her personal style was not what drew me in the most though; it’s how superbly this hotel was tucked away into the island. Blink and you might miss it. Stop and look and you will never regret it. Later that day Carol took me back stage to explore some of the hotel private suites – I never even knew they were there. It all just blends in so well!

In recent years I have heard great stories about the food at Peponi, and it certainly lived upto its reputation! Dinner here was one of my favourite meals of this whole trip. The following morning, after popping into the back streets of Shela to purchase a pair of emergency flip flops we took a boat to Lamu town. This place is totally incredible and walking the streets of this ancient port, it was hard to imagine that Lamu town had been the source of so much controversy of late. I have spent a lot of time in a lot of dodgy back end towns in Southern and Eastern Africa but Lamu town is not one of them. In fact, I have never felt safer! Islamism is strong here and incorporated into nearly every element of the town. I was requested to cover up as I walk the streets to show respect and I was happy to oblige. On Lamu there are no cars, only donkeys and the narrow alleyways and polite smiles at nearly every turn made us feel a little claustrophobic, but totally at ease. Our trusty guide Bob (also known as Mohammed!) takes us to his house on the fringes of Lamu’s old town, and the Arab architecture along the narrow streets is breathtakingly beautiful. We finish up the trip sitting in the town square drinking coconut milk fresh from the coconut and watching the world go by. 

After our second night at Peponi a speed boat picked us up from the beach below the hotel and transferred us to the southern tip of the island where we were met by the Van Aardt’s and show us to what is now my new favourite place in Kenya! Kizingo is the epitome of wild, beachside living. Beyond our bedroom the room opened out onto what could be the most private beach in the world! We walk up and down and swim and lie out on the sand and build sand castles all afternoon and see absolutely nobody. It’s exquisitely secluded and hopelessly romantic. I am sad that we have only spent one night here as we don’t get the chance to enjoy any of their brilliant activities: sea fishing, snorkeling and swimming with dolphins. All the more reason for us to go back I’d say. 

The next morning, after breakfast I am so sad to pack my bag and leave this castaway paradise. I immediately mark Kizingo on my ‘favourite places of all time’ list and recommend it to almost anybody who asks me about Lamu.

Ever since the 2011 kidnapping Lamu has been bombarded with red tape. But I have never felt safer or slept better anywhere in Kenya and I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend this fantastic, friendly island as a beach destination to anyone.

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Friday, 21 November 2014

Kat journeys to Northern Tanzania (Nov 2014)

I flew to Tanzania from Kenya, and Kilimanjaro airport is only a forty-five minute flight from Nairobi. So first off, it’s a totally bizarre experience to spend longer checking in than actually flying! And then, just as we were about to begin our descent into Tanzania I saw Kilimanjaro rising up over the clouds through my window. I got that giddy, excited feeling in my stomach: the one where you are witnessing something magical for the first time!

On landing I transfer to Arusha Coffee Lodge, looking longing out my window toward the tanzanite mines in the distance. The drive to Arusha was and hour and a half through Maasai land and then, closing in on Arusha, the road skirts the boundary of Mt. Meru National Park giving way to a teeming green forest. Arusha Coffee Lodge is a coffee lover’s paradise! I eagerly step out into the coffee plantation, where I am greeted with an iced coffee and shown to my room: a spacious cabin out in the plantation. The room is entirely coffee oriented! From the coffee scented hand cream to recycled coffee sack cushions. It’s true, I do have a moment where I seriously consider the possibility that I have died and have somehow found my way to heaven. Coffee heaven!

The meals here have been nothing short of excellent and after a delicious breakfast I head off with my intrepid group of travelers and our trusty guide Esto bound for Tarangire Treetops. It’s about an hour and a half by road and the landscape changes dramatically along the way – it moves from lush forests and coffee plantations at the foot of Mt. Meru to open, barren land teeming with Maasai goats and cows. We turn off the main highway onto a dodgy-looking side road and wind our way through a managed wildlife area that is comfortably cohabited by people and wildlife to Tarangire Treetops. This lodge looks out across the scrubland that skirts Tarangire National Park and all the rooms are neatly slotted into large baobab trees that dominate the area. The lodge’s charismatic manager, Johan, meets us and explains the ways on which Treetops fully supports and encourages guest's involvement in Maasai culture. Each evening, having dinner round the fire, guests are treated to a song and dance and are invited to join in. We are only here for lunch, and I’m sad because I would love to see how beautiful this lodge is in the dark.

It’s a forty five minute gate to the less used lower park entry gate and then another hour to our destination: Little Olivers Camp. I am unsure what to expect, because my knowledge of Tarangire is embarrassingly minimal, but the beauty of the terrain here blows me away. We are barely ten minutes in when the semi arid countryside breaks away into the vast, green Silele swamp with elephant, zebra and wildebeest mingling about in abundance. Life in Tarangire is centered around this swamp so game viewing in the dry season is pretty easy. However, we have arrived and brought the rain with us, so later that afternoon the wildlife scatters. Just my luck.

The next day we explore Tarangire on foot, by vehicle and then indulge in a night drive. It’s exhausting and incredible in equal measure, and the team at Little Olivers has made us feel like we are part of their family. When we pack our bags the next morning it is a sad goodbye.

After popping into Olivers Camp (the equally beautiful big brother) for a quick visit we head North, following the Tarangire river to the main gate. En route we spot endless herds of buffalo, a very sleepy bat eared fox and what is possibly the smallest elephant I have ever seen. Esto estimates it to be less than a week old. Every five minutes it lies on its side and falls asleep. I want to cuddle up next to it but I decide that is probably inappropriate (and dangerous), so I hold back. But just look at that little face!

It’s about a two-hour drive up to Karatu and the landscape changes once again from dusty scrubland to evergreen forest in almost the blink of an eye. Then the towering wall of the great rift valley rises overhead and as we ascend we are treated to spectacular views across Lake Manyara and beyond.

Our second stop today is lunch at Exploreans. It’s the closest hotel to Ngorongoro gate and views from our lunch table are brilliant. Then we stop in for tea at Plantation Lodge. This famous coffee estate now boasts elegant rooms spread across evergreen gardens at the base of the crater. The owner here, Renate, has kept the place in impeccable condition and although the farm has been around for years its age doesn’t show. Our final stop is at Gibbs farm where we overnight. The manager, Joseph, gives us a tour on arrival and explains the unique concept behind the farm; the guests are encouraged to interact in every aspect of day-to-day farm life here. From milking cows, to grinding your own coffee and baking bread, it’s an organic food lover’s haven. Each meal is freshly prepared using their homegrown produce, from the meat to the cheese to the crunchy salads. Needless to say, I eat my weight in dinner that night and politely request for wheelbarrow service to my room. (They said no.) After dinner we are shown back to our rooms where a roaring fire is lit, beds are turned down and when I go to take a shower something magical happens: the fire connects the bedroom and bathroom. So there I am, showering under the light of the fire, feeling totally spoilt! 

It’s an early start the next day as we climb the rim of the Ngorongoro Crater to make an early morning descent. I have had a consistently cynical view of Ngorongoro over the years, imagining it as an overpopulated, over-touristy nightmare that makes a mockery of East African tourism. But in fact the opposite is true! I am so blown away by this bizarre, remarkable landscape that I’m soon asked to shut up… apparently my continual exclamations of awe are becoming annoying. But it is totally and utterly bizarre! Flamingos frolic in the wetlands next to whooping hyenas, with expansive wildebeest and zebra herds painted across the background. Next to our vehicle there are two buffaloes eye-deep in water and weeds, munching on whatever goodness is concealed there and about ten meters away a pod of hippos lie asleep in the shallows with pelicans cruising between them. Behind me lions, flamingoes, hyena and huge herds of Zebra; it’s all happening. It’s a glorious kind of chaos.

After lunch we lock the landcruiser into 4WD and slowly ascend the crater wall, bound for the open plains of the Serengeti; the land of lions. It’s not a joke - this really is the land of lions. Our two-hour transfer to Namiri Plains in the east produces sixteen lions. Sixteen! And these lions are Lion King standard - fat, golden and so easy going that my new Norwegian friend in the next door vehicle taking loud selfies doesn’t faze them, she’s merely a publicity burden. By the time we have arrived I have decided that this is one of my favourite places in Africa.

The next twenty-four hours only cements my love of the Eastern Serengeti. This is big cat country like you cannot imagine. And Namiri Plains is one of the most laid-back bush camps I have ever stayed in; I very quickly feel like I am part of the crew and part of the scenery. On our last evening here, after watching a cheetah kill (casual Wednesday game driving experience at Namiri Plains) we head off back to camp and discover something magical: the alcohol gods have prepared a table adorned with sundowners at the base of a kopje out on the plains! Just when I think it can’t get any better, two smiling faces appear from behind the rock, and once I have wiggled out of the vehicle our pro guide, Blessed, hands me a gin and tonic (with a slice of fresh lime, excuse me) without me even asking. Yes, I could get used to this!! That night my roommate, Catherine, wakes me at some ungodly hour to look at the moon – it is setting right across the swamp, streaking the surrounding bush silver and lighting up our tent. Gorgeous!

We spend two nights at Namiri Plains before the long drive up North to Olakira Camp. En route we meet up with no less than twenty lions: cubs playing, males lying around looking effortlessly magnificent and a cheetah with her fluffy young cub. We stop in at Migration Camp for lunch; it is a welcome break in our long journey. After lunch, with full bellies, we dip our feet in the pool and laugh at the rock hyraxes lying out in the sun like sleepy cats before reluctantly dawdling back to our vehicles to begin the last leg of our drive north. Of course, this is the Serengeti so half an hour into our journey we meet two sets of mating lions and the tail end of the famed vast wildebeest migration that has descended from Kenya. It has been a long day, so by the time we arrive at Olakira, on the banks of the Mara river, we are hot, dusty and exhausted. We want a shower and a bed! But, from the moment we get off the vehicle the warm welcome from the staff at Olakira turns us all around. I have yet to experience such effortless enthusiasm anywhere in East Africa!

When we head off on our morning drive I feel relaxed and have low expectations, because this trip has yielded such incredible game viewing already. I already feel like I have seen the absolute best the Serengeti has to offer. It can’t get better than this, can it?  Ten minutes in we come across a lioness with four of the smallest cubs I have ever seen. The mother, who seems to be the Marilyn Monroe of lionesses, comes upto our vehicle and checks us all out before giving her young ones the green light and allowing them to come nearer and inspect us for themselves. Lion approval is the best kind of approval! At one point the cubs are so close that I actually have to put my camera down because my 300mm lens just isn’t prepared for this kind of intimacy. We hear on the radio that the rest of the pride is just around the corner so we head off and discover that one feisty female has just being introduced to the pride and is having trouble accepting the two males. The interaction between them all is thrilling to watch and, after what feels like hours but is actually only about 90 minutes, we settle down for a picnic breakfast and try to recall what just happened to us. This one of the best lion encounters I have ever had.

Lamai Serengeti hosts us for lunch and Jana is probably one of the most attentive hosts I have met. She is on point with everything that is happening around us as well as superbly entertaining our table of eleven. After a delicious salad based lunch we wind our ways across the green savannah toward Sayari Camp. Everything at Sayari is clean cut and super smart. I love the understated Asian influence in the bedrooms and probably my favourite feature here is a stylish central bath looking out across the savannah. Of course the first thing we all do is strip down and hit the pool with gin and tonics. It’s hot, and it’s been an emotionally and physically draining week. But it was sensational and I can’t think of a better spot to wind down than looking out across the Serengeti from Sayari’s infinity rock pool. That evening we enjoy sundowners on the banks of the Mara river, looking across to Kenya on the other side and listening to the hippos snort and grumble. Driving back it only seems appropriate to play the Lion King theme track, so Catherine’s iPhone comes out and soon even our guide is singing along to Hakuna Matata. Back at camp we tuck into a delicious three-course dinner recalling some of our favourite memories from the past few days and feeling sad to have come to the end of our journey together.

Big thanks to Asilia Africa for showing us their spectacular properties and hosting us throughout. Also thanks to Esto and Martin for their great driving and guiding skills and to everyone in the group for their energy, laughter, pen-lending and caramels. 

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