As ever on safari, I was awoken by one of the camp porters at around 7am for my breakfast. I was staying at Alex Walker’s Serian Camp in Mara North Conservancy. The camp is situated high on the banks of the Mara river, and breakfast is normally taken from their ‘mess’ tent whilst watching hippos wallowing in the muddy river below. Such was the case for me anyhow.
I was due to partake in a walking safari this morning, we would set out from camp (we being two Maasai guides and myself) cross the river and head north a short while before then heading away from the river, up the escarpment opposite camp, south along said escarpment, before dropping back down and back over the river to camp for brunch. It was mid March, and the rains had come early. Didn’t matter though, I live in England. So as you can imagine, we set out from a wet camp, on a wet path, and soon my newish trainers were looking oldish and my feet were wet. A bit like a mid-autumn term day at school.