Travel in Tanzania: Reflections of a Serengeti Safari

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In 2016, I finally stepped foot in Africa, a continent that has long ignited my imagination. And although my Tanzania trip didn’t go off as planned, my time spent in the Serengeti set the bar incredibly high for all other travel experiences. It’s been nearly six months since I’ve returned home to Paris, but my mind still drifts to the Serengeti safari, its sunsets, and the sound of silence.

The Serengeti

Meaning “endless plains” in the Maasai language, the Serengeti is a mix of savannas, grassy plains and woodlands spanning some 5,700 square miles. As a UNESCO World Heritage site, the oldest park in Tanzania dates to 1951.

Typical of an equatorial climate, the region has dry and wet seasons. It was August, and I’d arrived during one of the dry periods. From January to March and June to October, the Serengeti is hot, and most of the flora dead or on the verge of it.

An eerily beautiful scene, controlled burns light up the night’s onyx horizon. Meant to rejuvenate the land and keep the pesky tsetse flies at bay, the side effect of the fires is dust and smoke-filled air. In direct contrast, longer rains fall from March to May and shorter storms occur during October and November. With the rain, come lush, green vistas and happy times for herbivores.

The Maasai

Swathed in red and blue-checkered fabric, I was greeted by Maasai as I arrived to Four Seasons Safari Lodge Serengeti. Holding spears and wearing elaborate beaded bracelets and shoes crafted from motorcycle tires, the Maasai men may have been working at the Lodge, but they hadn’t forgotten their roots. Artful scars and stretched earlobes were permanent reminders of their storied culture.

A nomadic tribe originating from Kenya, the Maasai grazed their livestock on the Serengeti until 1959. Due to land and wildlife conflicts with the controlling British, Maasai relocated to the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. Today, approximately one million Maasai call Tanzania and Kenya home.

Polygamous, it’s not unusual for men to have multiple wives. However, Maasai men must achieve several feats before marriage, children, and achieving warrior status. Not too long ago, this included lion hunting. Bringing back the tail and claws of a lion elevated the Maasai’s standing in the tribe, proving him brave. Men may rule the home, but it’s the women that maintain it. Maasai women are responsible for cooking, the daily chores, caring for children, and even building boma, which are mud houses.

Serengeti Life

A staggering 2.5 million mammals live in the Park, making it the largest concentration in the world. It’s also home to more than a thousand species of birds and various types of vegetation, including the emblematic flat-top acacia, yellow fever, and sausage trees. From the Big Five {African elephant, black rhinoceros, lion, leopard, and African buffalo} to the Little Five {ant lion, rhino beetle, buffalo weaver, leopard tortoise, and elephant shrew} and every living thing in between, there is synergy within the Serengeti.

No day is the same in the Park, however animal behavioral patterns are predictable. Word travels fast among guides, and spotting of a cheetah in the brush or a leopard hanging in the tree is a source of pride. Seeking out wildlife is their sport, but rather than riffles, those living and working in the Serengeti use their wits and binoculars to hunt.

Lunchtime for Lions

Thanks to the Four Seasons naturalist, Priscus, I’d spotted more wildlife than Noah’s arc could carry by mid-morning. The temperature was rising, which meant many of the animals would find refuge from the scorching sun. In the distance, a pile of tawny Land Cruisers sat motionless–a traffic jam in the Serengeti. Drawing closer, the cause for the bottleneck was clear: a fresh kill.

A male lion plunged his entire head into the cavity of the buffalo and gorged himself on the prized parts. There are no bones in the liver, kidneys and intestines, and thus these tasty treats are reserved for the males. Coming out for air, he panted, exposing his bloody, sharp teeth. Searching for a better eating angle, he dug his incisors into the buffalo’s hide, spinning it around as if a toy.

Just ten feet separated me from the rest of the pride. Having already filled their stomachs, a male, two females and a cub sat in the shadow of one of the safari vehicles. Fat, happy and hot, not even an engine turning seemed to faze them. With cameras clicking, the pride showed no fear, only satisfaction. They would remain content, at least until sunset, when their bellies would again grumble.

Pool o’Hippos

While others stood at the observation area, Kimambo, my Four Seasons guide, quietly directed me down to the shore of a murky pond. Despite knowing that hippos kill more people than any other African mammal, I stood 20 feet from a bloat of hippos, sending my pulse rate soaring. It was the one time during my half-day safari that I was allowed to get out of the Land Cruiser. Popping my head out through the roof was the closest I’d gotten to being among the animals.

The Retina Hippo Pool, located in the northwest part of the Park, is home to no less than 100 of these ‘river horses.’ Submerged in grimy water, shielding their skin from the sun, the hippos’ offensive odor caused me to curl my nose. “The government has warned us against getting too close to the pool,” Kimambo said matter-of-factly. Soon, some of the sedentary herbivores become agitated, grunting and standing up in the water. Not waiting around to find out why, I scurried up the hill, knowing that I’d pushed my luck long enough.

The Great Migration

Working in the Lodge’s Discovery Centre, Edward, a soft-spoken Massai, was eager to teach me about his tribe, the Serengeti and especially, the Great Migration. Displayed in this space dedicated to education, conservation and research of the Park are animal skulls, educational books and posters, Massai memorabilia and a theater, where guests can watch wildlife documentaries. Perhaps the crowing jewel of the Centre, and the one in which Edward was the most proud, is the interactive 3-D map of the Great Migration.

As the biggest terrestrial mammal migration in the world, the Great Migration is a hunt for greener grass, inadvertently becoming a battle between predator and prey. During late November and December, white-bearded wildebeests dine on the southern plains of the Ngorongoro Crater. In February, they give birth.

As the dry season approaches in May, over 1.5 million wildebeests, 300,000+ Thomson’s and Grant’s gazelles and 200,000+ zebras begin their annual trek across the Serengeti. Working in unison, the zebras lead the way by eating the tall grass, while the wildebeests follow, making their way into the nourishing plains of Kenya’s Maasai Mara Reserve. By June, the massive collection of herbivores arrives to the western corridor, where they must cross the Seronera and Grumeti Rivers. Crocodiles, along with lions, hyenas, cheetahs and leopards eagerly wait, prepared to devour the young and feeble.

In September, the herds arrive to the northern Serengeti and the Mara River. The strong current, along with the gargantuan crocodiles, are the biggest causes for concern. These last obstacles are what separate the wildebeests from the green grass of the Maasai Mara plains. Those that do survive spend about a month grazing, before migrating again south to their breeding grounds and fertile land of Tanzania. Cause and effect equates to life and death in the Serengeti, and it’s estimated that 250,000 wildebeests don’t survive the 1,200-mile loop.

A Walk in the Wild

Priscus picked up a brown pellet, stuck it between his front teeth and bit down. “You won’t want to do this, but I’m a bushman.” It was zebra dung, and Priscus was explaining the process of how herbivores with four-chamber stomachs break down food. It was a few hours before sunset, and I was walking in the animal-created trails of the Serengeti. There was no protection of a Land Cruiser, only Priscus, two spear-carrying Maasai warriors, and a pair of armed TANAPA rangers. Talk about a walk on the wild side.

Single file, we trekked through the crunchy grass, taking note of the small details that went unnoticed from the Land Cruiser. Since traffic in the Park is limited to the dirt roads, foot is the only way to get an in-depth look at the flora and fauna, tracks, and poop. Who knew that so much information could be derived from a single piece of poop? With one glance, Priscus knew if the animal was a carnivore or herbivore, the species, and how long ago it made the deposit.

Our presence, however, didn’t go unnoticed. From a distance, a herd of about 40 buffalo kept one eye on us and one on their dinner. Aggressive in nature, the buffalo wouldn’t attack, as long as we didn’t come any closer. Breach that imaginary barrier, and all bets would be off. Sandwiched by the gun-toting rangers, we continued our hike, with the only sounds coming from the crunch of the grass and barking zebras.

About an hour remained before sunset, and the sky above the Serengeti began its nightly show of auburn and crimson. My mind drifted to the nocturnal hunters soon on the prowl. Priscus directed us to a pile of burgundy boulders. Standing behind a makeshift stocked bar was Calvin, the Four Seasons driver that picked me up from the Seronera Airport. As customary in the Serengeti, we saluted the day with gin and tonics and watched the sun disappear from atop the pile of rocks.

Soaring above the Serengeti

As if tethered to a star, my hot air balloon sailed above the scorched Serengeti. The sun was rising, and the herbivores were beginning another day of grazing. Carnivores devoured their last bites, while scavengers waited patiently for the remains. Gazelles and impalas scrambled as the captain ignited the burner of the 16-passenger balloon. We skimmed the land and soared above treetops, spotting the Serengeti’s feathered residents. Even the captain’s textbook landing couldn’t bring me down. With spirits high, we toasted the unforgettable flight with Champagne and an English-style brush breakfast, beneath the shade of an awesome acacia tree.

Wonder was the engine that drove my curiosity. My time on the ‘endless plains’ was an education, not only of the flora and wildlife, but also the people who live alongside both. I left with a deeper understanding of nature, an unquenchable thirst for the Serengeti and a red and blue-checkered Maasai shuka, a kindhearted gift from Kimambo that will forever remind me of Tanzania.

Read my Serengeti article in Four Seasons Magazine, “What I learned on Safari


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I was a guest of Four Seasons Safari Lodge Serengeti. In no way was my opinion swayed by the world’s best infinity pool, the constant flow of elephants by my suite, or the incredibly kind hospitality shown. As always, opinions are mine.

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  • Tammyonthemove
    January 28, 2017

    I would love to go on safari. The animals you caught on camera look stunning. I had no idea that the Maasai also live in Tanzania. You always learn something new. 😉

  • danik
    January 28, 2017

    Never done a safari but after reading this, I so want to go now. Loving some of the animal shots you captured.

  • Viajar pela história - Catarina Leonardo
    January 28, 2017

    What a trip…. this is one of the places i really want to go. I imagine the silence and the animals so close. It would be amazing.

  • sara | belly rumbles
    January 28, 2017

    What an absolutely amazing experience. A visit to the Serengeti and meeting the local Maasai has been a dream of mine for the longest time. The animals you saw, wow. So many highlights on this trip, seeing it from above would have been magical.

  • Jackie Sills-Dellegrazie
    January 28, 2017

    I know exactly what you mean when you say Africa has filled your imagination and how thrilling it was to finally visit. This is one of my goals in 2017. What gorgeous photos! Seeing the great migration would be an absolutely epic sight! It’s just fascinating how these animals just understand their place in nature and know what to do in any given season. Thanks for sharing! Africa burns even brighter now in my mind!

  • Laura Lynch
    January 29, 2017

    I’m sure it was amazing staying at the Four Seasons. I love the experience when I stay with them. It certainly looks like you were able to find all the animals easily. I went on a safari a couple years ago in South Africa and it was really difficult finding the lions and elephants. So cool that you got to see the lions up that close.

  • Carol Perehudoff
    January 29, 2017

    Unbelievable. Talk about a dream trip. I’d love to visit the Serengeti and see a ‘bloat’ of hippos. And I’d love to stay at the Four Seasons. That unprotected walk you did sounds magical.

  • Indrani
    January 30, 2017

    Never done a safari. The pictures ignite travel pangs. Could you see a kill taking place? The lion relishing the kill is really dramatic! Hippos in the pool too look fantastic. I am planning for a hot air balloon ride too.

  • Vicki Louise
    January 30, 2017

    I know exactly how you feel about Africa – we were there for 6 weeks last year and my memories consume my thoughts so much so that I spend most of my days daydreaming about getting back there. The sound of silence as the animals go by is just something you can’t describe and don’t understand until your experience it for yourself!

  • Claire
    October 20, 2018

    Amazing! I head there soon. What is the music on the video?


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