We arrived at the Masai Mara by road from Nairobi through Narok, the capital of the once warlike Masai people. We are in the park's eastern border, a vast savanna brimming with wildlife that dies on the shores of Lake Victoria, the ocean African. The tourist does not seek comfort here hotelazo shift, Sarova Mara Camp in our case, but binge animal life. The safaris are repeated days ago, afternoon and, sometimes, even at night. Are hours and hours of track (eye, dry season must go prepared to swallow a lot of dust) passing in a flash, such is the state of excitement that spurs the traveler. Do not expect to go in alone these African plains. The profusion of SUVs is remarkable and often huddle around a lion or a cheetah waiting to embark upon a impala. Drivers know that good play from the tip on his skill in bringing to the customers as possible to the picture dreamed that ennoble the living room shelf. But far from bring a fierce competition between them, are sympathetic and alert on the radio when the "piece" worth. Result: double row is ensured when the occasion requires. Despite these minor problems, la experiencia y la pena deserves, no mistake, is always the possibility of opting for less crowded areas of the park and, in principle, less accumulation of wildlife.
The show is not only the animals we come their way, but above all in the great sense of freedom that comes over you
Tourists seek tireless its "big five", the five trophies they dreamed hunters of past centuries (lion, elephant, buffalo, rhino and leopard) and now yearn for the hundreds of thousands of Westerners who visit Africa every year. Fortunately, photograph just about. Like most things in life, greatly influences the fate. Some will take only a few days to complete the cast and others even months (what about Javier, my partner on VOD, I finally came across a leopard after several months in Africa where we consumed the last hours of the park safari in Uganda under).
But the show is not only the animals that come their way, we, but the immense sense of freedom that comes over you, in the landscapes of saffron sunsets, in the immensity of the horizons, in the solitary acacia seem petrified by a vengeful god… Giraffes, Leon, Elephants, ñues, Buffaloes… The list is endless. The Masai Mara, however, has not said its last word and when we lined the route to, beset by the park's closing time, surprised a lone lion languishes in the dark, looking and death after leaving the herd. It is inevitable stop a few minutes, even if it costs us reprimand (and the resulting fine 5.000 Sh) the Ranger.
The Masai Mara is not only appreciated in SUV. In hotels you can hire a balloon ride, that those who have enjoyed a majestic experience defined as. Yes, you have to throw his wallet, as the flight leaves at a rate of 350 per head. Highly recommended, in my opinion, is to opt for a walking safari. We did it alone, since no one else is encouraged and, although that should accompany armed ranger only had a stick and the two young Masai who guided us, couched lance, not instilled much confidence, the truth is that paw the savanna is a privilege not forget. Like, -style "Memorias the África", breakfast in the shade of an acacia tree in the paradise of wildlife.
