Our second day at the walking Safari… just when I thought things were going to get better, they didn’t. We started the day bright and early (630am to be exact). After breakfast, our guide decided to play ‘Indiana Jones’ and started to scout the footprints for animals who may have roamed our campsite the night before.
Kitonga spotted the rhino footprint and was all geared up to search for the animal. He was even more thrilled to discover that it was not 1 but 2 rhinos that we may possibly find. So we donned on our Indiana Jones persona and went in search of the revered black rhinos. Over thorny bushes and hills we climbed and after about 3 hours of wandering among the hills, we finally spotted the elusive animals.
Below is a pictorial journey to sum up the hunt:
The journey to our second camp-site was worse than day 1. The roads were treacherous and laden with thorns that just pierced through my shoes. As I walked through the rocky hills, I could feel the hot tears streaking down my cheeks. I was all ready to just give up. But then I couldn’t! I couldn’t just leave and turn back. We were literally in the wilderness, in the middle of nowhere! There were practically no humans and we were literally in danger of being trampled upon all sorts of animals in the jungle. So I persevered! Walked another 12km, over mountains, valley of thorns and rocky hills. Well, what was I supposed to do? Sigh…
After another 4 hours of walking, we eventually saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Again, joy and happiness just went through my head! After taking an afternoon siesta, we spent the remaining afternoon going to the nearest Masai Mara village. It was an insightful visit to the village, can’t imagine living in a hut made by sticks and mud. The gender divide is still extremely distinct. So the men of the village sleep in a separate area from their wives. The hut was dingy and tiny, I wondered how that many people can live in such a confined area. The little children we saw were carefree and we got trigger carried away with some of the shots of them. As we left the village and headed back to campsite, we crossed paths with a herd of elephants and mama elephant was not happy. She proceeded to chase the group and we had to run up the hills for our lives. It was pretty funny but yet scary.