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| Day 38, 2011/06/08 |
We had heard from the other Canadian bikers w met that, they had scene the migration a couple of days earlier so, we made Mike, from Tanzania Private Select that this is one of the things we would love to see. Dixon, the driver/guide said he would take is there today.
After a late start, we are finally off on our first game drive. After visiting the first watering hole and seeing our first lion, we come across migrating Zebra. Yes, they together with the wildebeest migrate at the same time. So we are lucky to experience this to. Where ever one looks, there is just black and white stripes. And coming from as far as your eye can see, there are more arriving! I have never seen soo many animals in one place, let alone zebra.
But on we must, if we want to see those wildebeest. And boy was it on, at least a furtherr three hours, along some horribly kept dirt roads. Wonder where all those park fees are being used?
Anyway, we eventually get there. An airstrip marks the spot along a branch of the Grumeti river. The Grumeti river, is the river we seen in those documentaries on the Serengeti where,the crocks are sitting waiting for the innocent wildebeest to cross. We are not that fortunate, they have already crossed so no live kills are to be witnessed however, just on the other side of the banks an amazing sites and SOUNDS await us. There are thousand upon thousand of wildebeest everywhere. And the sound, defining. All you can hear is the sound of grunting wildebeest. Under every tree, they hAve congregated, and the not lucky enough to get shade, just bake in the son. The more we drive,the more of them there appears to be. They are everywhere, like a swarm of locusts, only that they are not locusts but big wildebeest. I took many oils and video clips however, none of them reveal the true spectical of being in the middle of this all. This was worth all those miles on the bike, all those sore bums, and worth every cent it cost thus far!
After a lovely lunch parked under some trees, we wind our way along the Grumeti river. It is very dry and low, and we cpm across some really big crocks baking in the sun. You can clearly see that they have had a feast or two of late, nd look anything but starving. I am sure the previous couple of days must hVe been N amazing spectical to watch how these wildebeest crossed and how the crocks caught the unfortunate one who simply did not make it.
Once our day had been made with seeing the migration it was three hours back to camp.
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