Rounding a bend on Rongai Hill we come upon the herd, the endless herd. A million wildebeest and zebra heading west towards Grumeti in this, the main body of the Great Migration. We are barely able to compute what our eyes are taking in: an ocean of mammals, a vast, seething, living, breathing leviathan.
I find myself overwhelmed, struggling to think straight, unable to decide which lens to use, whether to photograph, film or jot notes. Instead, I put my camera down – recording can wait – and drink in the spectacle. Itʼs a moving landscape of sound and wonder, of pronking, leaping, cantering, grazing, snorting, moseying. Everywhere and everything so alive!
ʻYes, this is Life,ʼ I think.
The Serengeti had always sat high on my safari wish list but,…