“Onesmus, can you call for lunch? Ask them if the Memsahib wants to come with the driver.”
“What do you think, O? The wildebeest are coming down to the river on our side. Should we wait here, or move further downstream. There’s big pressure there with lots of zebra. The pressure should force a crossing.”
“Better to wait, Basil. The animals are funny when it comes to a crossing. Too many cars, or one car in the wrong place, can scare them off.” I had lost count of the cars: Landcruisers, Landrovers, 4X4 Toyota Hiace buses filled with Chinese and Indians. Sixty or seventy vehicles at a crossing, both sides of the bank, the Mara Triangle on the west and the Masai Mara National Reserve on the east bank of the Mara River, are not unusual.
It was before 10 a.m. in the morning. We had just left a million wildebeest and one hundred thousand zebra in the Marsh Plains, about seven kilometres to the north. We had left Rekero camp, further south on the Talek River, at 6 a.m.. In the plains we had seen a lioness hunting, then mating with Scarface, an old lion with bright pink keloid over where his right eye should be. Then we passed two lionesses with three cubs looking towards Governor’s Camp. We drove from there to the main crossing point on the Mara River, hoping against hope that there would be a crossing. The heavy rains in the evening of the last two afternoons seemed to have dispersed the wildebeest from the Paradise plains along the Mara River and the crossing points. They were grazing peacefully far away from the river on the lush Marsh Plains.
Opposite us at the river, on the Mara Triangle were three small herds of wildebeest, each between five and ten thousand. On our side were the same number of zebra and wildebeest. The herds on our side were streaming towards the more upstream crossing, and the Triangle herds were gathering at the main crossing. The cars mimicked the wildebeest. As the animals neared the bank, so would the cars on the opposite bank squeeze together for a view. Before they got close to the water, invariably one wildebeest would move up or down stream and start a movement in the herd. The group of cars would do the same. Engines would race, passengers bounce through the veld along the river to the crossing in the direction of the wildebeest movement. The three crossings are within two kilometres of each other.
One dark green Toyota Landcruiser stuck out. It was parked about one hundred and fifty metres from the eastern bank, a strong camera bracket mounted on the left passenger door, and a calm Guru sitting watching. Onesmus, our guide, greeted him. “ Jambo”, he continued in Swahili. “How are you? How is the game viewing? Do you think there will be a crossing today?”
Alone in the cruiser the Guru answered back politely and we all waved goodbye.
Marius moved excitedly, I thought because of the possible crossing. He was agitated. “O, do you know who that is?”
“I am sure it is Anup Shah. He is the world’s best wildlife photographer. Can we go back and ask him?
We had just driven off from his passenger side, and made a big circle around him, like vultures at a kill. We stopped again in the same place. Onesmus asked his name. “Jina lako nani?”
“Anup” was all he answered.
3 thoughts on “My Travels: Crossing the Rivers – Part 1”
Engaging narrative manifests the very focused movement of the mass of the wild creatures crossing Mara river and, curiously, the gathering of 60+ cars witnessing & in awe of the phenomenal event become part of it!
…you cannot leave us in suspense! What did Anup Shah say to Marius, or rather what was Marius’s reaction?
I am so curious to read the follow up! Basil you have a gift in bringing the story and photos to life.