Introduction
Tarangire
Serengeti Plains
Olduvai Gorge
Ngorongoro Crater
Having spent the vast majority of my summers in the gorgeous confines of Muskoka and Huntsville, I thought I was used to seeing some spectacular displays in the wild. The moose that was in the middle of the road, blocking our van during our first ever trip to Algonquin Park stands out. As does the time that a black bear stood up and leaned against the door of our cottage, waking my dad up much faster than the coffee he was preparing would have. Even when I travelled I’d seen some neat things. The koala who I had to prod across the road while delivering pizza on the Gold Coast of Australia, straddling a fault line in California, watching the green monkeys wander carefree around my feet in Barbados and contemplating the vastness of the Pacific Ocean while an orca smashed into the water, side first, all compete in my mind for the most lasting impression.
The 4-day, 3-night safari that I just returned from, which meandered through Tarangire, Ngorongoro Crater and the Serengeti Plains, trumps them all.
I’m going to play spoiler of my own post here, and take a second to list all of the animals that we saw during the safari, just so it gets you in the right frame of mind. We saw, in no particular order: ostriches, lions, zebras, giraffes, warthogs, waterbucks, secretary birds, leopards, elands, impala, Thomson’s gazelles, hippos, black rhinos, white-backed vultures, Nubian vultures, Tawny eagles, Bateleurs, Vervet monkeys, olive baboons, spotted hyenas, black-backed jackals, guineafowl, reedbucks, hartebeests, Grant’s gazelles, a honey badger (deceased), buffalo, wildebeest, crowned cranes, flamingos, African hares, Crowned hornbills, grasshopper buzzards, an African fish eagle, hyraxes, dik-diks, black kites, superb starlings, a monitor lizard, elephants, Kori bustards, agama lizards, white pelicans, marabou storks, banded mongoose (mongeese?), topi and my personal favourite, cheetahs.
That’s 16 birds worthy of mention, 12 types of ungulate (note to biologists: I have no idea what an ungulate is. 12 is therefore an approximation), 3 different big cats and a bunch of things that defy simple categorization. With the exception of the rhinos and the flamingos, the furthest away any of these creatures were (at one point) was 10 meters – or for Americans reading, 28 cubic milifeet. The closest was a lion that walked right up to one of our jeeps and passed, oh, 4 feet behind it. That list, by the way, may not be exhaustive. We did what we could in terms of documentation, but it was impossible to keep up. And these were not isolated incidents. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say we saw 20 or so of the big cats, 50 or so of the hippos, 100 or so giraffes, 250 or so elephants, well over a thousand zebra, easily over 5000 wildebeest and probably around 10 000 gazelles of various types. In 4 days. We also watched the sun rise over the Serengeti and Ngorongoro Crater, the sun set over the same and also paid a visit to Olduvai Gorge – the place where the oldest known evidence of upright humans exists. Yeah… a sidetrip to that.
Kind of makes that poor moose standing alone on Highway 60 feel a little insignificant, though I in no way denigrate that experience. This is simply to give you an idea of what I was expecting (if we saw a single zebra I’d be happy and a giraffe or two would be incredible) and what I got (more meat on feet than a Fat-Camp Fun Run).
So with no further introduction, allow me to delve into the details. Sit down and grab a coffee, slow your pace to “elephant jog” because this is the Director’s Cut edition of Lawrence of Arabia – you’ll be here a while. I did my best to ensure it’s worth your time.
Tarangire
I had no idea what I was in for, this much was clear.
I caught a cab over to the White House around 8:30 or so, and loaded my bag into one of the two Jeeps that would be bouncing us all over Tanzania for the next 80 or so hours. Five Canadian volunteers not from the UN were in one car (Mary-Lou, Julie, Nat, Becky and Hillary), while I sat down with Chris Shelton (who will be playing ‘Chris’ the rest of this post), Lindsey and Ronnie, the three I knew best of the group. The Jeeps were the definition of rugged: they had 8-slice toaster sized radios bolted to the ceiling, two diesel gas tanks and a roof that could be bolted open or closed, depending on whether we were in transit or transfixed mode.
As we all piled into the car, Chris expressed that his strongest desire was to see a honey badger. After I’d inquired as to this animals relation to Winnie-the-Pooh, I was informed that a honey badger – otherwise known as a ratel – is an animal that is considered to be the fiercest of all African animals. Apparently, some Africans would rather go mano-a-mammal with a lion than a honey badger. And wouldn’t you know, only a few kilometers down the road, Chris got his wish. Of course, this honey badger wasn’t going anywhere fast since it had gone mammal-a-Mack truck and come out on the losing end. Still – the fact that Chris had wished something and it had appeared seemed a promising sign. This was to become a trend. I won’t detail every time it happened, but on at least 10 separate occasions, we expressed a desire to see something, and the next new animal we saw was exactly that.
This is probably a good time to introduce Mohammed Ally – The Greatest – who was to be our driver and guide. He was incredible. More on him later.
I knew very little about Tarangire. I was told it was a good place to see elephants, so I was guardedly optimistic we may see one or two. It also was a good stop for me, personally, since it was the location of one of five geocaches I hoped to snare on the trip. As we entered into the park, Mohammed pointed out an amarula tree. The fruit of this tree, which contains naturally occurring alcohol at some point in its lifecycle – is used to make the cream liqueur known as Amarula, and also serves to occasionally – and this is true – make elephants so drunk they pass out.
We arrived at the park entrance, located under the outstretched arms of a very large baobaob tree, and I found my first cache in Africa. The fact that this accomplishment only gets two sentences tells you, yet again, how mind-boggling this safari was.
We entered into the park and began our game drive, to see what we could find. About 110 seconds in, we came across a tree filled with Vervet monkeys. They chattered, showed off and made a general spectacle of themselves. At one point, a mother ran across the grass with a baby clinging to its underside, swinging like a hammock and holding on like a mountain climber. I figured, naively, that this would probably be the trip highlight.
Over the course of the rest of the day, I found out how wrong I was. I got my first look at part of the annual wildebeest migration, when long trains of 150 or so animals wandered across the road in front of us. I tried to count zebras and totally lost track. I gave up around 900 or so, and that was after the first couple of hours. We saw a family of warthogs snorting around – warthogs unfailingly referred to by Mohammed as “Pumbas”.
There is, by the way, no more ridiculous creature than an ostrich. This is an animal with a fat feather-duster for a body, a matted pink pipecleaner for a neck and two elastic bands for legs. The black males blend into the yellows and browns of the savannah like muksie in a goldfish bowl. When they run, they look like 6-year olds who are trying to kick dirt at the people behind them. Their eyes bug out like Wile E. Coyote when he looks down. How on earth they’ve survived to this point is a serious testament to the ability to run 70km/hr and to kick your stomach through your spine.
Tarangire proved as good as its word, providing us with our first views of elephants. These were not lines-of-elephants in the distance, these were creatures that eat 250kg of vegetation a day standing 20 feet from our car. At one point, a young male used his head and tusks to shake a tree in order to knock down the fruit. Any teetotalers will be happy to know that it was not amarula fruit he was after, however. There were to be zero frat-boy elephants on this voyage. Despite the proximity of the elephants, I also took this time to learn how to use the binoculars as an additional camera zoom, just in case we were to be frustrated after Tarangire. While I needn’t have worried, it was still a neat trick.
We pulled over to nosh on our packed lunches, provided by our excellent cook Henrique, and were immediately greeted by a series of also-hungry monkeys, superb starlings and a Bateleur eagle.
That afternoon we also got our first glance at the hilariously named dik-dik. A dik-dik is basically a white-tailed deer in kindergarten. At full size, a dik-dik is probably only slightly bigger than your average housecat. And it’s, basically, a type of deer. Dik-diks also mate for life, so it’s quite common to see them in pairs. Apparently, if one dies (being mauled by a passing squirrel seeming to me a likely cause), the other dies soon after.
On we carried, and the wonders kept on coming. We saw a 12-foot tall termite mound that had been taken over by mongooses (mongeese?), with about 8 peering out from various holes at us as we drove by. We saw hyrax – a raccoon-like creature that’s most closely related to elephants – nestled in trees. And I got my first ever view of a giraffe in the wild. This struck me as especially unlikely, since Brad Weldon – a very good friend of mine from UVic – had spent some time convincing me that they didn’t exist and were part of a massive conspiracy against him. Anyone who claims they do exist has been gotten to by the controversy. The fact I now claim to have seen them may, in fact, drive a wedge between us. Giraffes, by the way, are right up there for the coolest thing I saw on safari. The markings, the gait, the sheer size and the propensity to be near roads make them a tourist’s dream.
Of course, not everything was warm cream and dead rats. For those of you unfamiliar with the tsetse fly, allow me to enlighten you. These beasts are about the size of an average housefly – maybe a little narrower and a shade longer. They are capable of biting through clothing into your skin and take practically zero time to settle before they do so. Unlike a mosquito, which at least takes a second to set his feet, tsetse flies come down hungry, and with their own utensils. To the untrained eye, the four of us may have looked to be enjoying a simple game of “smack every surface in the car – including Ronnie’s nose – with a sandal”, but in reality it was an attempt to kill the evil things. And since they carry African sleeping sickness – which was explained by Lindsey to mean “You go to sleep… and continue to sleep” – there was some real concern. At least, until Mohammed told us that we’d need to be bit by about 1000 before we got sleeping sickness.
As if that hadn’t been enough, as we were leaving the park a monitor lizard creeped its way up the road in front of our jeep before hanging a sharp right into the tall grass. We left Tarangire to head to our campsite for the night, and I was convinced that even if we had great big goose-eggs for the next three days, I’d already gotten my money’s worth. Lindsey and Chris, both with previous safari experience, convinced me that I didn’t need to worry. This was only a warmup.
Serengeti
The next morning, after fighting every killer bee in Africa off of my toast, we loaded our gear and departed for the long, bumpy and dusty ride to the Serengeti. The fastest route there – and the only one that can be done in under two days – requires you to go through Ngorongoro Crater National Park. So it came to be that we were actually headed to Ngorongoro, but with no real stops for game drives planned.
But before we could even consider that, Ronnie and Chris decided that we needed some tunes in the car. Thus, they disembarked at a local village and went in to secure the kind of music that would help to convey the majesty of the African landscape. They came back with Abba Gold, on cassette and a mislabeled Bob Marley tape. I was so proud I almost cried.
We entered Ngorongoro and took the windy, brick-red dirt track up to the crater rim and along it, around the outside of the park. At one point, the jungle cover broke and we were rewarded with a stunning view down into the crater. I was also rewarded here with the rarest of all prizes – a first-to-find geocache! I recognize that when staring at a World Heritage Site, one should probably not be more excited by a small chunk of plastic, but hey, I’m wired kinda funny. Mohammed noticed the excitement and came over, and we began to explain geocaching to him. He seemed fairly interested. This was later hypothesized to be because of the simple fact that his job is to know everything there is to know about these parks. To have a Canadian muzungu with a Thundercats t-shirt teach him something he didn’t know – no matter what it is – must be fairly unique.
We continued around the crater and down into the endless plains of the Serengeti. En route we were rewarded with numerous dirt-devils – small tornadoes of dust that whirl about, causing no real damage but immediately bringing to mind flying cows. The road into Serengeti National Park from Ngorongoro Crater is as smooth and comforting as limestone being run across a cheese grater. There were potholes the size of Michigan separated only by a strip of ‘road’ thinner than Kate Moss. How each one of them has not been designated as its own World Heritage Site escapes me.
We arrived at the entrance to the park in mid-to-late afternoon, found another geocache and got into a staring contest with a few agama lizards. If you were alive in the 80s, and recall the nylon jumpsuits that were popular among the Hal Johnson-types, you will know the colour of this lizard. It was hot pink and neon purple. All it was missing was an Annie Lennox poster and an improving Blue Jays team, and it was ready to rock.
The plan was to get to our campsite – located in the Serengeti and separated from the animals of said park by diddly/squat – and then go for a game drive as the sun was dropping. However – Serengeti wanted to get a head start on being worthy of its reputation. Thus it was that we saw two female lions basking in the sun about 20 meters off of the road… as a warmup for seeing a young male and a female under the tree about 4 meters off of the road. Before we got to the campsite. To be fair, the park is 14763 square meters, so it’s not exactly a summer’s stroll from A to B, but still. TWO sets of lions? That just seemed excessive.
We made it to camp, dropped our gear, and opened up the first of three bottles of wine we’d brought for the night. Thus it was that as the sun began to descend, bleeding red, orange and gold over the jet-black silhouetted acacia trees, we were able to watch from the back of a safari jeep while enjoying a 2006 South African sauvignon blanc. The barbarians at the park gate didn’t have any from New Zealand.
We returned to camp and tucked in for the night. Due to the numbers of people, we had four tents of two and one tent of one. For the previous night, Julie had grabbed the solo spot, but for tonight I’d volunteered. There was something that appealed to me about being in the middle of the Serengeti on my own in a tent. This decision wasn’t even rattled by the sounds of lions grunting and roaring as I began to drift off to sleep. Or the hyenas doing much of the same. Or the fact that as we ate dinner, an African buffalo walked through our campsite. While I recognize that buffalos aren’t exactly carnivorous, they do still weigh up to 850kg and have a set of horns that speak eloquently, coming quite quickly to the point, of just how little you want to be in its way.
We awoke the next day to the sun doing much the same as the night before, only in reverse. We were on the trail by 6:00, and off to see what the Serengeti had to offer. This, the 3rd day, was to be the most rewarding.
The first experience of the day was the chance encounter of a group of hyenas – 2 adults and 9 or more kids – roughhousing in the morning sun. The sounds of birds chirping and the wind in the grasses did very little to disguise the sound of a gazelle skull being cracked open by one particularly hungry hyena. We carried on driving and soon came across the bizarre looking secretary bird. Think of a small eagle of some kind balancing on the legs of a blue heron, only instead of eating fish, it hunts poisonous snakes. Then give it a Mohawk. That’s a secretary bird.
However – our contemplation of the secretary bird was quickly turned on its head by an even cooler development. At Lake Manyara, the lions are known for being quite unusual, since they climb trees. This is a normal occurrence in leopards, but in lions is unique. We found a lion in a tree in the Serengeti. At least, it was in the tree – about 20m away – for the first while. Then, it stretched, yawned, clambered down the trunk and began to walk purposefully towards the jeeps. The progression went something like this: This is so cool, this is so cool, this is so cool, look how close it is!! Ohmygod look how close it is, oh god, oh god, oh god. The switchover occurred when the lion hit the 3 meter mark with no real signs of slowing. As it passed behind the girl’s jeep, they responded with what seemed to me to be the perfect decision. Lowering, en masse, slowly into the jeep and away from the opening in the roof where the lion could leap into and have herself a buffet breakfast.
Around this time, Mohammed decided he wanted to go for the toughest find: a leopard. The Safari “Big Five,” so named originally for their difficulty in being hunted, are buffalo, elephant, lion, rhino and leopard. I have listed them here in increasing difficulty of being found. And wouldn’t you know, with 3 of 5 already wrapped up, we were due for… more good luck. Mohammed managed to find us not only a leopard lazing in the sun, but one with a baby leopard right beside it. My boss, Chiara, who’s been on 5 Safaris has never seen a leopard. Forget one with a baby. Since the leopards were about 20m away, my binocular trick came in handy to snare some photos of them.
We returned to the camp for some brunch. Julie and Nat learned the importance of not turning your back on baboons when they posed for a picture near a few. The large male on the left here decided he was bored with standing around, and took a healthy run at them. Thankfully, as evolved humans who are (arguably) the current pinnacle of evolution, they knew the best thing to do: let out a startled scream and forget dignity while beating a hasty retreat. The baboon wandered back to the rest of his family, snickering.
The one thing that I’d wanted to see so far and had yet to was a cheetah. By this point, I’ve started to realize that I’m in an ‘ask and you shall receive’ situation. Mohammed got a bead on some cheetahs well out into the plains, some distance from the road. I was still pretty excited, though, since even through the binoculars it was easy to tell that the cheetahs are seriously gorgeous creatures. Mohammed was getting ready to go, but I asked for a just a few more minutes. So we gave me a few more minutes of wide-eyed rapture, before I said we could take off. Mohammed, this time, asked us to wait a minute.
As soon as a nearby safari vehicle had passed, and disappeared, he asked “Do you want to go see them?” We were like “Um, what?” “Do you want to go and get pictures?” There was a confused cacophony of four people yelling along to the theme of “Hells yes!!” with aassorted positive noises and high fives. Mohammed gunned the engine, fired off the road, and took off into the middle of the Serengeti towards the tree the cheetahs were under. We got there, snapped photos rapidly, Mohammed yelled “We go now!!” and he spun the jeep around, and fired us back towards the road. The cheetahs took enough interest to briefly stand up and yawn, before dropping back to the ground to resume their advanced “doing nothing at all” class.
We made it back to the road, with adrenaline visible in our eyes and some stellar photos of the cheetahs… not to mention a series of four photos in randomized snapping trying to get the cheetahs as we roared out. I think we got the trunk of the tree, the roof of the other jeep (confusedly following us), the ground in front of the tree and then Chris’s pants.
We were curious, though – with the hurry to depart that Mohammed was in, what was the potential trouble that we’d get in if we’d been caught leaving the road? The answer was $100 fine and Mohammed losing his driver/guide license. Mohammed seriously rocks.
With the cheetahs under our belt – not literally, that would be terrifying – it was time to depart the Serengeti for Ngorongoro Crater.
Olduvai (Oldupai) Gorge
On our way out of the park, though, Ronnie asked how far off of the main road Olduvai Gorge was. When Mohammed said it was only 25 minutes off the track, Ronnie asked if the other three of us would be interested. We all enthusiastically gave our assent – and I was one of the most vocal.
Those who know me will of course not be surprised that I was totally on board… despite not having a clue what Olduvai Gorge was. Whatever – it sounded cool. And it turns out, as Lindsey and Ronnie explained, that it’s very cool.
Olduvai Gorge – locally known as Oldupai Gorge, the original name that was mispronounced by the German scientist who first recorded it – is commonly referred to as “The Cradle of Mankind.” You know something is worthy when it earns The Capital Letters in its Nickname. What made it the most interesting was the plaster cast of the Laetoli fossilized footprints – a trail of footprints thought to be made by early humans about 3.6 million years ago – or roughly the time that Jim Breneman started middle school.
We were given the privilege of hearing a lecture about the Gorge by one of the staff – Mr. John – who explained to use the age of the different layers of the Gorge, the time of its discovery, and the evolution of the scientific work done on it. There was also a small museum with different skulls of different stages of man’s evolution over time.
The museum also contained a series of the stone tools used by prehistoric man that have been unearthed in the gorge over time. To my untrained eye, they looked mostly like large rocks. Then again… I suppose that’s because that basically was what they were. Large rocks. The exhibit tried to convince me that they had been chipped into the shape they were by early tools, but let’s be honest… you don’t need a particular shape to your rock when you’re using it to bash in the head of dinner. As long as its big, it’ll do the trick.
Ngorongoro Crater
We got to our campsite, perched high on the rim of Ngorongoro Crater shortly before the sunset. Ngorongoro isn’t truly a crater, as the name would suggest. As Lindsey informed us, a crater is caused by a meteorite, whereas a collapsed volcano – such as the one that created Ngorongoro – is correctly referred to as a caldera.
We set up camp with a specific purpose in mind: we had our tents facing east, near to the rim, so that in the morning, when we awoke and looked out the tent door, we’d get to see the sunrise over the trees. This was sheer brilliance on our part.
What we didn’t expect was that some kind of animal would use the area around our tent as their feeding ground for much of the night. This caused Ronnie to wake me up in the middle of the night (the fact I’d rolled onto his separated shoulder may have also had something to do with that) in order to inform me of the presence of the animals. I fumbled around in the dark for my glasses, which I put on… and then promptly realized that it was still pitch black and my glasses didn’t come with night-vision. I went back to sleep. Chris, on the other hand, managed to actually break the Guinness World Record by not blinking once from bedtime – at midnight – until around 5:30, when the sun rose, and he finally realized they were just zebras. The fact that our drink around the campfire that evening was Red Bull and Konyagi (a local gin with an ingredients list of: konyagi flavor, fine spirits and deionized water”) may have helped.
We sat down to breakfast before our final game drive of the safari, and it says a lot that an elephant was able to wander past through the brush about 20m behind us, and I had to convince Mary-Lou and Lindsey to look up from their breakfast long enough to point to its approximate location for a photo. Clearly, we were being spoiled rotten.
Finally, we began our descent into the caldera itself, some 610m below the rim. The road – about as wide as your average driveway, and about as solid as broken chalk – was handled with panache by Mohammed, who it appeared could probably drive through a war zone without noticing the barbed wire or roadblocks.
There were only, really, three things we hadn’t seen yet: a large number of hippos, a kill and a rhino. The caldera did its best for us. First we went to the appropriately named Hippo Pool where a number of grey, round rocks turned out to be, in fact, hippopotami. These are seriously dopey looking creatures, though if you get between them and water, your last thought is likely to be “My dear God it moves fast for a bunch of fat on legs, and its teeth are enorm…”
Soon, Mohammed picked up on the radio that a warthog some distance away was in serious trouble since it was now grazing happily about 10 ft. from a female lion. We raced over, hoping to catch the dinner show, and arrived before the lion made a move. And continued to not make a move. And continued to not make a move. At one point, I swear to you, this lion could have just opened its mouth and the warthog would have walked inside – the lion was, literally, about 2m from the pig. But apparently not even kind of hungry. We watched for nearly an hour, before deciding that they were probably Simba and Pumba, and unlikely to have their friendship falter in the next few minutes.
That left only the elusive black rhino. And wouldn’t you know, we ended up seeing not one – but two. The rhino was the only thing, really, that we didn’t get to see from right up close, depending on the binoculars to get a good view. But it hardly mattered, since we were able to get all of the Big Five in one trip, and threw a bunch of other neat stuff in for good measure. Like, on this day, more zebras, wildebeest outlined against a massive backdrop, pumbas and buffalo.
As weird as it sounds, the Ngorongoro Crater was almost an anticlimax, since the previous day had been just so fantastic. That said, when we stopped for lunch, and had to cower in the jeeps so the kites (the bird, not the child’s toy) wouldn’t eat our roasted chicken, I managed to find one last photo that helped to summarize everything we’d seen.
I think you probably agree – the dignity of the African wilds could be captured no better.
What a trip.
(Note: The delay from time of safari to posting was to allow photos to be uploaded (34 in total, I believe) and the 5000 words you see before you to be written and edited. Thank you for your partience and continued readership.)