The Serengeti safari was without a doubt the jewel of the week-long camping Tanzania safari map that we conducted with Udare . Since the "endless plain" (as its name in the Maasai language) opened in front of us, we understood that the Serengeti was the image that we all evoke in our minds when we think of Africa, the original matrix of that postcard of golden savannas where the sunset light the grasslands populated by wild beasts. From the Twiga Camp near Lake Manyara, where we had spent the night after visiting Tarangire We traveled west, tattooing our footprint around the Ngorongoro crater, which we passed by to visit back. That absolute plain is interrupted, at least as far as the portal of the national park, by the circular huts of the Maasai and their huge herds. The Maasai take care of each cow as if it were their mother, such is the love they have for their cattle. Traditionally, they even abstained from eating their meat except on special occasions, preferring to feed on their milk and blood, which they extracted with art from the living animal through a minimal cut in a vein. We also see groups of teenagers wandering ghostly on the side of the road with their torsos and faces painted: according to our guide Tanzania safari map they are preparing to face the circumcision ceremony, a complete rite of passage.
Cheetah: conscious elegance
Serengeti's first gift was a cheetah, which some know more by her Spanish name: cheetah. The fastest of the land animals (when hunting reaches 110 km / h) was still, lying under a tree, and looked at Tanzania safari map us with more interest than the gazelles that grazed nearby although in perpetual alert that the feline did not activate his hunting instinct. I always used to confuse leopards with cheetahs. Now I learned that the last ones, in addition to having the smallest head and the smallest head in relation to their body, never climb trees. We spent several minutes watching her and us, until at one point she displayed her walk of conscious elegance and latent fierceness and passed two meters from our vehicle leaving us all on the verge of tears, getting lost in that "endless plain" that with his speed he learned to master.
Elephants in mystical procession
I had decided to take off my shoes and stand on the seat to watch the sunset from the roof of the Land Cruiser. We hadn't even gotten to camp yet, and our first official safari day in Serengeti was the next, so I was already happy with the cheetah we'd sighted. The wind hit me in the face and although it is the easiest cliche of freedom, I swear that the feeling made me commune with the memory of a Juan who had not yet traveled but wanted him very strongly and thought of a thousand and one ways to hack the system to release peak moments like that from the exception condition. The sun descended towards the horizon like a wounded balloon and then I saw them. A family of elephants was walking solemnly in tangent towards the route.Unlike those we had seen in Tarangire, who wallowed in a swamp or drank familiarly from a river, this was a mystical procession. In the middle of the adult convoy, taking quick steps to avoid falling behind, were two young. The guide explained that they never go to Tanzania safari map the head or the tail of the group, but rather in the middle, in order to be defended. I saw many elephants before and after these, but this is the most glorious postcard that I keep in my memory.
The never well weighted buffalo
Let's be honest: nobody is dying to see buffalo. However, they are one of the members of the "Big Five". I have a certain bias as an Argentine, and I can't help but see them as a tuned cow. Mind you, these cows can explode in fury and ram any potential enemy, despite the fact that their curved antlers resemble judges' toupees. Surely someone can say, with all right, that I do not vibrate with the buffalo.
It began to sunset in the Serengeti, and the acacias transformed into silhouettes of acacia trees, silhouetted against a sun that glinted oranges and a low and constant layer of dust that flew over the golden pastures. It is the primary image of Africa. It's easy to fall into the trap and forget that that color climax was not a Kodak invention to sell postcards and telephoto lenses to sunset lovers. The art with which light escapes is for all animals a curtain that inaugurates the cyclical drama of survival. It is with the last and first lights that lions and other predators go hunting, and every herbivore on the plain knows that perhaps that may be their last night. So, too, they are moments of great movement.
It was a miracle to get to see it with the little light that remained, but I think that proves that the equipment worked: we already knew where to point the binoculars and where it was more likely to see which animal. Even so, we consider it a triumph to distinguish this leopard lying, with the confidence of a predator, on the branch of an aged acacia. He rested with the hanging rags, almost imperceptible, like a master of camouflage.
I pack lions
In two hours we had seen leopards, cheetahs, buffalo and elephants. We no longer asked for anything more, but we hoped to see our first lions. And suddenly, the guide said: "Over there, lions!" And we all stretched our noses towards the horizon because we expected to see a lion in the distance, tiny, elusive, but we saw nothing. "No, no ... downstairs!" And then we look there no more, next to the jeep, to gawk at a herd of eleven, I say it with numbers and letters, eleven (11) lions. They were three males and eight females and were lying next to a water well, marking their territory before a herd of hyenas that patrolled hopefully of the carrion of their future hunts. The lions barely acknowledged receipt of our presence and, as if we were invisible, we stayed to share the sunset with them.
The second day of safari in Serengeti started with some giraffes and followed with a leopard trying to hunt near a group of gazelles that ended up being smarter than him. We waited twenty minutes following each movement of the cat, but every time it tried to get closer it caused some sound that ended up disturbing and driving away the herbivores. The challenge of observing animals forces you to regain your lost hunter instinct, and more detail to visit Tanzania safari map remember how to sharpen your senses, look through the tall grass at the slightly darker outline of the predator,silence and think with the logic of an evolutionary moment for us obsolete. And yet, it was not so long ago that our relatives were there, with the bowlers in the Pampas or with the spears in Africa, hunting on equal terms. If the earth were a day old, we stopped being hunters in the last seconds .