Part II - continued
The sun invaded the plains of the Masai Mara and the crisp fresh morning coolness vanished as we drove over the crest of the last hill that separated the Mara river and our Land Cruiser. Charles gently slowed KC and found an opening amongst the thicket of young thorn trees and wild olives. A life time of living in the African bush and understanding the moment and exhibit that he was about to reveal to us was conducted like a true noble maestro ready to open the Bordeaux velvet curtains of perhaps one of the most sought after wildlife experiences that all documentary directors, amateur and professional photographers dream of capturing.
He brought KC to a gentle halt and switched off the engine –
No words can be written to describe the scene that was presented for our eyes to feed and indulge on. Surely William Shakespeare would have added an 8th part to life in “All the world’s a stage” – from “As you like it”. I am sure if he would have had the opportunity to experience this wildlife wonder of the world – he would have perhaps added a version between fifth and sixth age where man has experienced living and life to understand that we are just dancing dwarfs with no significance in a marvellous world of many creations.
The orchestra had gone wild, free Jazz comes to mind where every instrument truck is done free, at random by the musicians playing their individual chosen chords however still part of a very organised and disciplined orchestra.
The sound was intense and incredible, thousands of hooves, no… millions of hooves stampeding the dry grasslands and terrain, running south, towards the Mara river. Perhaps the closest human similarity that could be used to describe this act but not compared to the display was the attempted capture of Rome by the great respected General Hannibal when he galloped passed Tuoro with 10000 strong, armed blood thirsty soldiers on horse back before his mighty force got defeated and he in turn decapitated.
Hundred of thousands of dark grey wildebeests and zebra running together as they have done for millennia. A massive moving river of wildlife that spread from the far left of the horizon to the far right as far as the naked eye could see, raising dust that would take hours to settle, all running for a common goal – survival.
Emotionally moved by this wonderful creation of life, we jolted down the hill towards the dark living meandering river. Lady Cody was sitting on the roof of KC in complete amazement. Her studies and books at university to become a vet did not prepare her for such a confrontation with the animal kingdom. Her shouts of joy were swallowed by the thunderous hoofs crushing the ground, the yelping and barking of the zebras and mmuuhhmm… mmuuhhmm.. of the wildebeest. However chiselled in my memory remains the look of her dark emerald green eyes speckled with shades of cornflour blue sapphire which spoke of happiness, delight and bliss. She had just been bitten by the African bug….
To be continued... 
(c) bushdrums 2009
. You should write books, honestly! 
