Lucky Game Drive at Maasai Mara
The morning opened its eyes with a smile. The clear skies, and red orb of the equatorial sun began a new day’s journey over the horizon as I loaded my kit. The sounds of the Maasai Mara swept away the disappointment of the previous day. Lions, calling with the soft deepness reserved for members of their own pride, could be heard in the distance, a pod of hippo splashed and grunted in the shallows of the river nearby, and everywhere the counterpoint of birdsong.We had landed on a tiny airstrip the previous evening from Nairobi, arriving in the alternating bright sun and shadow from drifting cloud that is so distinctive of the Mara. Indeed Mara is the Maasai word for that mottled look the ever-moving patches of light and shadow bestow on…