Thursday, February 23, 2017

Is the Mara closed today? And all things elephant

As I write this, I'm sitting in a hotel bathrobe at the Eka Hotel in Nairobi, having just scoffed down a veggie burger and onion rings and drinking my last Stoney Tangawizi on Kenyan soil. Yes, we are back to reality, back in Nairobi.  We've partook in our first shower that doesn't involve a bucket being lifted to give us water pressure or dodging the mushrooms growing in the tile.  But elegant waterfall shower aside, this trip has been outstanding.  I felt like I left nothing on the table, no regrets, no wishing for a second chance.  This is how I wanted to do the Mara.  And it feels good.

Last night I couldn't get to sleep.  The excitement of that night game drive wound me up so tight I wished I could go back out.  One simple thing that made it so obvious how incredible the cats are, all the wildlife out there is, for that matter, is that the guides in all the vehicles turned off both their headlights and the filtered spotlights a few times, so we could just sit in the black of night and listen.  We were completely unable to see, yet the cats can and do hunt regularly.  This is their preferred hour, this time after dark.  It's eye-opening.

I dozed off and on until about 4 a.m. and then the lions started.  They were close.  It felt as if they were right on our deck.  I found out later they were on the other side of the trees, maybe 100 yards from our tent.  They roared for the better part of 40 minutes. Another set of lions was off in the distance doing the reply.  What an absolutely incredible way to wake up on our first morning.  Well, that and our Askari guy bringing our french press and coffee at 6 a.m.  I will miss his melodic "goooood mornnnning" every day to get us up.

We packed everything up because we wanted one more early game ride before we flew out to Nairobi.  Early morning game rides are my passion.  I've never missed one, and never plan to.  So off we went at 6:30 with David and Kappen one more time.  Unfortunately it seemed as though the Mara was closed today and no one told us.  Practically no game was out, either predator or prey.  Regardless, we got to see another beautiful sunrise.  Every day we were there had a completely different sunrise and sunset.  To sit and watch is one of nature's gifts.

We all had as a goal finding Lucky.  All four Offbeat vehicles were out scouring Offbeat pride territory with no luck at all.  At one point Kappen spotted three light beige dots on the opposite side of the valley, almost to the crest of the hill. Completely unreachable by vehicle, that was Frank and Jesse, the pride males, and the mother of the two young male cubs we saw in the lion fight last night.  They were on a date last night (quite literally, she left the male cubs with her sisters to go cavort with the pride males!) and were sleeping it off up there out of reach.  Just below them though, we found the entire set of Offbeat nomad lions, all 13, heading into the hills to sleep the day away.  So we had officially seen all 26 of the Offbeat lions.  All the nomads had big round bellies, so they'd made a kill somewhere in the night.

We returned to camp and said goodbye to David and Kappen.  They were incredible and we both got a long with them so well.  I'd definitely go out on safari with them again.

We ate breakfast in camp for once, and they made a nice omelet with toast, fresh fruit and homemade jam made of passion fruit and something called a tree tomato.  I loved the jam.

A driver called Stanley drove us to the airstrip and Kappen came along for the ride.  And wouldn't you know it, he found five lions of the Acacia pride with a wildebeest kill deep in some bushes along the way.  This brings our total lion count up to 52 for the 6 days in the Mara. That's damn impressive.

So off we went on Safarilink back to Nairobi.  I sobbed as we lifted off from the Mara, as I usually do.  I love it there and am already wondering what it will take to return.

Our driver picked us up in Nairobi and drove us to Karen Blixen Restaurant in Karen for lunch.  We split Kachos (Kenyan nachos, no stretch there) and I had sweet chili peppers over rice and a Daiwa (vodka, honey, lime and ginger over ice).  Then it was off to Sheldricks Wildlife Trust for the private elephant visit.  Yes, again.

We met with Edwin the head keeper first and signed the waivers and then he gave us his safety speech, how to act and interact with the elephants.  We were in the mudbath area again.  And in they came.  Like before, Edwin called out their names as they came running in and the keepers had the bottles ready for them.  Each baby got their milk from their respective keeper before it played in the mud.  When all the baby had finished their bottles, we were allowed to interact, play with, pat and enjoy the elephants.  I had a mission to seek out as many of mine as I could.

Tamiyoi seemed to take an interest in both Kim and me first.  That same inquisitive trunk was all over us.  I found Ndotto, who really wanted nothing to do with me at all after our love affair last year!  Then I found Mbegu who has gotten so big in a year!  She's so pretty and very stoic.  I expect she'll have moved on to the next step of integration the next time I come to Kenya.  She's 3 1/2 now, the oldest in the herd and the mini-matriarch.  She's started to train another female elephant to fill her shoes, which is really an interesting social skill if you ask me.

I found Luggard, one of my more recent fosters, who was shot in the knee by poachers.  He's slower than the rest and he limps and will likely never be able to keep up with a herd.  That's just so wrong.

There's a new arrival at the orphanage that is still too unstable to give a name and foster out.  He was stuck in a snare and has an almost complete amputation of his trunk.  They've strived to stitch it back up but they're unsure how that will work.  I saw him sleeping and he was snoring so loudly, mainly because most of the air goes out of the open wound at the middle of his trunk.  So incredibly sad.

I got a ton of photos as Patrick our driver and Edwin the keeper took a bunch of photos.  I stood in the middle of them and got dusted by one elephant (Ndotto I believe!) and slapped in the back with mud by another.  Coupled with the bunch of knee-level trunk hugs I got, I was filthy.  I forgot how muddy and dirty they get!  It was just so cool to be there alone with 25 babies.  It was awesome.  And I mean that in the "full of awe" way.  Even the second time around, they are still amazing creatures.

We then killed an hour looking at all of our photos while waiting for the foster parent visit.  This is not as hands on as the private visit but still fun.  The funniest part is when they all come running in in little packs from the park, heading to their bedrooms and their last bottle of the day.  It's so funny to watch how excited they are, trunks swinging.

I nearly lost complete control though when Luggard came in.  He is so slow, he's on his own and his knee looks so hurt.  That's just so unfair that he has to live like that.  I know he's in the best place now and they'll take excellent care of him, but it makes me cry.  And not much does.

Once all the elephants are in their bedrooms, visitors can walk and see them one on one.  Almost all of them were eating, either hay or Lucerne or kibble. None seemed terribly interested in seeing us.  I took some photos and talked to some keepers.  I try to thank all the keepers for what they do for the elephants, it's not an easy job and they sacrifice a lot.   I talked to Luggard's keeper and I asked what his personality is like.  He told me he loves to be scratched.  And he went to scratch his hip and his legs and Luggard gets all excited and starts to flutter his ears.  It's so cute.  He's in good hands there.  They love him.

We visited with Kiko the giraffe too, who is MASSIVE now.  He used to still fit in the door of his enclosure but now he has to duck.  He came over and said hi to us and I gave him a good neck scratch.  What a beautiful creature.

When we'd had our fill of elephants, we went back to Patrick and decided we'd get a day room at the Eka Hotel, where I usually spend my first night here.  We both were filthy and didn't want to fly home like that.  They ended up charging us the overnight price, which we split, because it was that worth it to have a shower. We ordered room service and will leave for the airport at 9 p.m. for the midnight flight home.

I can't believe this is over.  I've been planning and dreaming of this since May of last year.  It far exceeded my expectations and I felt I scratched the itch I've had for the last year.  I think the only way to get over this feeling of sadness as I go is to plan another....

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Best day yet...

Two things I forgot from last night.  During dinner the rain picked up again and was pretty heavy for a while.  There is the dining area and then a lounge area, two tents connected by a small roof between them and the whole area is lit by multiple lanterns.  Someone around the table looked toward the lounge area and saw thousands (quite literally) of flying bugs hovering over the lanterns.  Turns out that they were termites, which, when the termite mounds get wet enough like they did in the incessant rain last night, are released with wings and are attracted to light.  It was fascinating and sort of gross all at once.

Also during dinner, someone shouted that there was a cat in the area between the two public tents.  One person yelled lion and a staff member corrected it with "genet cat".  I neither saw nor got a photo of it because enough people jumped up with cameras and scared it off.  But this just goes to show that yes, the wildlife does tend to mingle with the guests here.

Back to today...since it rained so much last night I had next to no hope of a great morning drive.  I figured we'd be contending with fog and mud and the cats would be wet and discontented.  In reality it turned out to be an excellent morning for us.

Very early on, we came across two of the female Offbeat nomads led by Leia, the older Offbeat female who seems to be taking them under her paw and showing them the ropes.  They all looked pretty thin though, so they likely didn't hunt at all last night (and who could blame them in that rain) but they also didn't look like they'd hunt today, as they were headed to their favorite spot up on a bushy hill to bed down for the daylight hours.

We had in our heads again that we should try to find Amani and see if she'd eaten.  We had no luck yesterday and guides told David she still hadn't eaten.  So we were cruising cheetah country again with no luck.  Then out of nowhere, Kappen spotted a lion quite a ways off, on the plain of all places.  David checked with his binoculars and it was an Offbeat nomad male trying to dig a warthog out of a hole!  So we zipped over to that and saw a very muddy young male digging for his dinner, literally!  Males generally do not hunt; the females provide for the pride, so for him to have to do this himself since he has no pride to take care of him at the moment, was sort of a moment of desperation.  He gave it a good shot but eventually gave up and walked off.  We pulled up next to the hole however, and could see the warthog just inside the opening, it wasn't that far off!  Neither of our guides could explain why he gave up like that if the warthog was so close.  The warthog was breathing heavily though, clearly understanding he'd just escaped becoming lunch.

We moved on from that and Kappen stood on the seat as David drove along.  I've come to learn that when Kappen does that, he's only sharpening his already eagle eyes.  This man has eyes like I've never seen, he can spot things with his naked eye that most people need a telescope for.  David stopped the car and they were scanning the horizon.  Far far across the river, Kappen saw a lioness "about 10 yards from zebras but they have spotted her."  This was the Acacia pride lioness we saw yesterday that had taken down the topi on her own.  David said she is an accomplished hunter and likely the dominant female in the Acacia pride.  Kappen also spotted about 100 yards away, a lone lion cub, made to wait quietly and patiently under cover of a bush.  I looked with binoculars and he was sitting there patiently watching his mom.

We made our way over to them and found that the second cub was with the lioness.  He'd likely gone against his mother's orders and followed her as she stalked the zebra.  He was now napping up against her. We pulled up behind them, so I could get the documentary shot of how close the lion got to the zebra.  It really was extraordinary.  David said that this same lioness once stalked a warthog on a totally open plain, keeping low and crawling, stopping every time the warthog stopped.  That's some skill for a lion.  It's pretty typical of cheetah, but not a lion.

We left the lioness to sleep off the failed attempt at the zebra.  Once she and the cub started to snooze the zebra relaxed but still kept one eye on her.

Bush breakfast this morning was on an overlook under an umbrella acacia.  The spread was pretty much the same as every other morning including my favorite eggy bread.  We got settled down and were about halfway through the meal when David heard a jackal barking behind us and said "Leopard". We quickly hopped in the Land Rover, leaving Kappen to watch over our food, and drove higher up so he could look down in the direction of the jackal bark.  A few minutes passed and no leopard materialized.  I think the plan was to go back and finish breakfast and then go drive slowly through the low brush to find the leopard.  But that wasn't meant to be either.

David got a call on the radio that Amani and her cubs had been spotted and were looking to hunt.  We quickly packed our breakfast stuff, chairs, tables, coolers, and took off.  She wasn't that far, less than a 5 minute drive.  By the time we got there though, the deed was done.  She'd caught, killed and had already tucked into a Thomsons gazelle.  The guide who saw the kill happen said the gazelle had been old and slow and practically turned itself over to her rather than put up a chase.  All three cats were really tearing into the carcass and I was so relieved she finally got a meal.  She'd not eaten since we'd been here, which was evident from the three cats' painfully thin physique.  This meal would go far towards remedying that situation.  Within a very short timespan, maybe 20 minutes, there was next to nothing left of that Thomsons gazelle and the three cats sauntered their way to a large acacia tree to lie down in the shade.  Satisfaction, for cat and aficionado.

But the show wasn't over yet.  We went back to the carcass, where about 10 vultures had landed.  They had been circling while the cats ate and waited their turn to move on to the gazelle.  They made quick work of some of the meat, but then the third act started.  The hyenas watch for the vultures overhead and make their way to where they land.  About 6 hyenas quickly displaced the vultures, and the alpha female hyena took the head with horns and most of the spine and ribs and ran with it.  This was her prize.  Seeing the dead gazelle's head with those lifeless eyes running around the plain was sort of surreal. The other hyenas gave chase, one hyena was running with a leg as his reward.  There was much hooting and hollering and scrambling but most of them ended up with bits of it.  And there ended the life of that gazelle, a drama in three parts.

After an exciting and unexpectedly rewarding game drive, we headed back to camp.  Lunch today was wonderful, as usual.  Couscous, a carrot and cashew salad, green beans with olives and feta and an awesome caramel banana pudding with whipped cream. Very, very good.

We spent most of the siesta packing since the plan is to try and do a night drive tonight after an early dinner.  I'm 80% through a book, so it's been a productive week of siestas for me.

After a quick drink in the lounge, we headed out at 4:30 with the soul purpose of finding Lucky.  David is on the same page as us, so it became a very focused drive.  Unfortunately it did not turn up any cub by the name of Lucky.  We saw the four sub-adult nomads of the Offbeat pride that we hadn't seen (so now we've seen all 13) and then we found Polypoly and White and two older males cubs and two younger cubs (apparently female but it may be too young to tell).  Not that I'll ever say no to lions, but after some of the activity we've seen, these sleeping/lying lions were a bit unexciting.

We zipped back to the camp for an early shower and dinner.  Dinner tonight was quite good.  I had either stuffed pumpkin or butternut squash, it was hard to tell which, but it was delicious, stuffed with a spicy bean and rice mixture, au gratin potatoes, the red cabbage salad I liked the other night and peapods.  Dessert was a really refreshing lemon cake.

It rained a bit around dinner time and there were some thunderstorms lingering about, but we still went out in the light rain.  I had low expectations for this night drive, thinking maybe we'd see aardvark or aardwolf.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think we'd see what we did.

The drives are done in the same safari vehicles as we use during the day, but the spotter uses a spotlight with a red filter on it, so that the light doesn't blind the animals and make them vulnerable to attack when they can't see.  The drivers are also supposed to turn the headlights down when they're driving toward an animal.

Almost as soon as we left camp, Kappen spotted a single lioness who was walking with a mission, very focused and intent.  Her walk turned into a run and we couldn't keep up on the muddy earth.  By the time we got close enough to see what was going on, she'd already caught a Thomsons gazelle, which is really just a snack for a lion but better than nothing.  The problem was her sister came barreling in, followed by the four cubs.  This was the same set of lions we'd seen right before dinner, and now the sisters were fighting over the gazelle!  There was a bit of a chase and a lot of growling and howling.  The lioness who made the kill sat on it.  Literally.  She let the other lioness eat what was sticking out from under her, all the while she was making this very loud purring/growling sound I still can't explain (Was she mad? Happy to have food? Adoring the attention of her sister?).  The greedy lioness ate with abandon, with the cubs sitting nearby watching.  After about 10 minutes, one of the lionesses made a move and the gazelle was split in two, with the one who made the kill finally getting to sit away from the fray and eat what she caught.  The cubs made an approach and the littlest ones ran to the greedy lioness who gladly shared her part of the gazelle since the cubs were her own.  The two older cubs, the males, belonged to a mother who was out on a date with Frank and Jesse and just being looked after by these two lionesses, so they had to fight for what they got.  One of those males got scraps and didn't seem interested in fighting for himself.  It was all incredibly fascinating to see, as I've never seen lions in such a situation.  And if the game ride ended there, I'd have been thrilled.  But there was more.

We saw some cute little springhares who look like mini kangaroos jumping around.  We saw a white tailed mongoose, which is like a large skunk.  But the coolest thing was seeing two African wild cats, which look like a domestic cat, sort of like my Morley.  It was very cool.  The last sighting was a pair of eyes high in an acacia tree.  At first David called it an eagle, but on closer inspection he thought it might be a leopard, but getting even closer he determined it was a genet cat, which is what came through the dining hall last night.  I got a look through my camera and hopefully at least a documentary photograph of it.

All in all, the night game ride kicks ass.  I'd come back to do that in heartbeat.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Kill or be killed, at least when it comes to meals...

We headed out early this morning as usual.  We're getting good at the up at 6, out in the truck by 6:30 rehearsal.  There's not much to it though, as we set clothes out the night before and all that's left to be done is sunscreen and toothbrushing.

Today dawned better in terms of weather.  It was cool and there was just a slight fog at ground level but we could see a gorgeous pink sunrise that quickly burned off the fog.  We still have two missions: one is to make sure Amani the cheetah and her cubs get a meal and the other is to find Lucky the lion cub.  While neither is under our control in the least, it's nice to have a wishlist.

Our wishlist however, was entirely turned on its ear, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.  It seemed slow for about an hour (which essentially means nothing but plains game) and then, coming up the hill with the sunrise behind them were Frank and Jesse.  God, are they reliable in their ability to appear wherever we are!  It was cold enough that when they exhaled, you could see their breath against the sunlight.  And as usual, they were looking lush and well coiffed from a trip to the bush salon.  They are incredibly handsome boys.

So off we went to look for Amani.  David heard that as of late yesterday she still hadn't eaten, so she's reaching desperation levels with three mouths to feed.  If the guides are concerned about her, and they are, so I am.

We drove for quite a ways before our guides spotted a lioness and two cubs on a topi kill.  David said that topis are rarely caught since they have such good eyesight and that this female took it down alone is really quite notable.  The cubs and mom were all tucking into the belly of the carcass and digging out the soft innards which they love.  I managed to get quite a few good shots of their bloody, well-fed faces and resulting bloated bellies.  When all three had finished eating the lioness dragged the kill into a shadow of a bush so that vultures wouldn't see it overhead and take the rest.  She then covered over the stomach contents (digested grass) and blood left behind so that hyenas and jackals wouldn't smell it.  These lions may return to this carcass later if they're feeling peckish, but judging from the utter food coma they lapsed into and that their bellies looked quite full, I'd be surprised if they did.  Although David said that the big cats are opportunistic feeders and will eat when the opportunity appears regardless of how hungry they are.  Or at least they'll kill when they get the chance, as our next sighting proved.

We spent a lot of time driving through "cheetah country", expansive flat lands filled with lots of Thomsons gazelles, impala and Grant's gazelles which are the cheetahs main prey.  We came up empty for a while.  Then there was quite a lot of chatter on the radio between our guides and another Offbeat guide.  We ended up following them with a sense of urgency and pulled into another patch of "cheetah country" just as we saw a young cheetah dragging a baby Grant's gazelle into some shade.  Quite literally, we had just missed the chase, but weren't too late to see the actual kill.  The gazelle was struggling a bit, despite being dragged by a vice grip around the neck.  Turns out this is one of Malaika's 2 1/2 year old cubs (Malaika being one of the super cheetahs in the Mara, who a friend of mine at work saw with this very cub on her safari 2 years ago).  This cub is newly independent from Malaika and still an inexperienced hunter.  So while she has the chase and catch part down, she's not very good at the kill part.  By the clock on my camera, from first shot to last was over 30 minutes.  This gazelle did not suffer well.  It seems as if the cub thought it was dead and would drop it, and the gazelle would attempt to stand, or move, or bleat, and the cub would become agitated and pounce on it again and again, and try once more the stranglehold across the neck.  We kept thinking it was finally dead, but then it would start breathing or trying to stand again.  It wasn't easy to watch but as time wore on it became obvious the cub wasn't even hungry.  She was just catching food for later.  She laid down next to it and tried to recover from the exertion of the chase and catch, but she was nervous and jumpy.  David thinks she was afraid hyena or other predators were going to come after her and the kill.

Sadder still was when we drove away there was one lone female adult Grant's gazelle standing up the hill watching the cheetah and the baby gazelle.  David said that was the baby's mother, who likely saw the whole thing play out and was helpless to do anything.  It must have been awful to hear the baby bleating and not be able to do anything about it.

So finally, on safari #4, I see my first kill.

Still worried about our other cheetah Amani, we headed back off again in search of her.  Pure happenstance brought us in path of an Acacia pride lioness and her 5 week old cub.  They were crossing the plains and headed into the shade of some shrubbery for the afternoon.  The little cub was tired and didn't want to go too far.  The lioness kept making noises to him to get him to keep up or move along.  Finally she settled under a tree and we parked nearby to take some photos.  It might have been a little too close for her because she moved shortly after that.  The little guy didn't seem to want to go, or have the energy to go, but ultimately he did.  His scampered off on his little legs and they moved deeper into the bush.

Returned to a delicious lunch today of homemade tagliatelle, roasted sweet potato and onion, a green bean and kidney bean salad, an incredible olive bread and fruit salad for dessert.  I don't know how I'm working up such and appetite here, just sitting outdoors watching animals all day, but I am.

The afternoon drive was pretty much a bust, which has never happened to me before.  I mean, afternoons can be more difficult in terms of spotting animals.  The cats are just coming off of day long naps and unless you know where they went to crash, it can be hard to find them.  Today was a bit different, and unique, as this trip has become.  It was meant to be short anyway because we are having an early dinner and night game drive.  We'd finally found some lions, the four nomads we hadn't seen yet and were waiting our turn to pull in and get closer.  There is a horse Safari company here and they were next in line ahead of us, about a dozen of them.  But the heavily pregnant rain clouds moved in and it was touch and go for a while, trying to determine if it would rain here or not.  It did.  At first it just got really windy and then some big ploppy drops started to fall.  We quickly left the lion sighting and were launching ourselves at top speed toward the river crossing, because you never want to get stuck on the other side of what is usually a dry riverbed when the big one hits.  We made it across but I'm willing to wager we won't be going back that way tonight.  Our guides were incredible though, they pulled the Land Cruiser right up in front of our tent, so we were only in the deluge for maybe 4 steps.  They rock. So we waited in the comfort of our tent for the storm to pass.  And we reminded ourselves how much it didn't suck to not be on the horses this afternoon.

What was funny though was seeing the plains game running around like crazy little kids in the torrents.  We saw a herd of zebra racing a herd of wildebeest.  They certainly look like they were having fun!

Our night game drive got cancelled due to all the rain.  Dinner tonight was fun as all of us were meant to be out but were in.  I had stuffed eggplant, mashed potatoes and carrots and a delicious fudge mousse.

Monday, February 20, 2017

I could get used to this

Another solid night of sleep, lots of dreams (good ones, like relaxed REM sleep good ones) and very restful.  I have started to hear the night watch making passes by the tent, usually within the hour before we wake up.  I also heard a large cacophony from our resident lions about 20 minutes before we woke up.  I thought at the time that it was a good sign.

Unfortunately the torrential storm from last night left us with a world shrouded in heavy mist and fog and for the first hour we were out driving we could see next to nothing until we were right upon it.  While it was a peaceful, ethereal scene, it was somewhat disappointing for the lion fan who hoped to see the noisemakers from not an hour earlier.

We drove in a direction we'd not taken yet, so it was all new trees, grassland and road passes to me.  Yes, after a few days you start to know your way, recognize when the road is getting close to where you'd usually see the lions or when you're about to approach camp.  It's funny like that.  I knew though that even David had given up on lions at that point when he said "let's go look at hippo".  That was the back-up plan on my last two safaris: when things get slow, we go look at hippo.  They are reliably always there, hanging out in their pool during the daytime, coming out only to graze after the sun sets.

Surprisingly, on the way to the hippos David spotted a male lion lying regally out in the open plain with his cohort lying out flat nearby.  By the time we got to them, they were making their way into the croton bush to sleep the day away.  These were the two pride males of the River pride. The males had broken away from the Acacia pride and taken the River pride and all its females over.  They looked healthy and well fed and just fell down for a nap as we watched.  So it was now on to the hippos.

And that's precisely where we had our bush breakfast, over the hippo pool in the Mara River.  I counted over 80 hippos directly in front of us, all sizes and ages.  There was some barking and roughhousing between them but it was a lighthearted moment there watching them.  There were three crocs on the other side of the river on the bank.  Thankfully no where near us.  And at 6-10 feet each, they were "pretty small" says David.  The ones nearer the migration crossing points (where they get all the spoils when wildebeest and zebra fail to cross during the chaotic river crossings in August) can grow over 20 feet.

By the time breakfast was over, the sky had cleared and the sun was shining brightly.  We started to head back the way we came, which looked new to us now that the veil of mist and fog had burned off in the sunshine.  David quickly swerved to the right and took us deep into the brush, where we found 7 lions of the River pride (3 sub-adult males and 4 sub-adult females, they all still had the spots of youth on their legs and the boys only had gentle manes) tucking into a hippo kill.  This was clearly the second sitting for this meal, as five of the lions already had nice round bellies and were dozing heavily in the shade.  Two lionesses were devouring the hippo though.  The hippo appeared to be a sub-adult, not full sized but not a baby either.  It was big enough that it could not be dragged anywhere.  Where they were eating is where it was killed.  David said that the River pride were experts at taking down hippos, and I guess this is proof.

When we drove up, we saw about two dozen hyenas resting nearby, knowing that if they're patient enough that they'll end up with some hippo.  One made a hasty attempt at it and was quickly chased off by one of the lionesses.

Watching these cats for over an hour, I saw so much behavior that was just like my two housecats.  One went over to a tree, dug a hole, peed, then covered it over, as if it was a bush litter box.  One lioness approached another lounging nearby and the lounging lioness greeted her sister with a head-butt and then proceeded to clean all the blood and hippo gore from her sister's face.  There was a bit of good humored smacking with the paw.  But the lions' focus was on filling those bellies as much as they could, since they never know when the next meal will come.  It was much like Thanksgiving, when I've already filled a plate (or two) but I can't resist having a bit of a rest and going back for more.

What was interesting was that the kill was still very fresh, but the hippos ears, tail and testicles were missing.  David explained that with so much of the hippo covered in tough skin, those parts are soft and easiest to get to, which is why they're gone first.  But that didn't stop these lion.  We heard so much bone crunching by those jaws.  They were getting through to the soft innards.  One lioness walked off with a long strip of intestine (still filled with, well, what intestines are filled with) and ate it like I inhale licorice or spaghetti.  It was something to see.  Quite a visual.

Once it looked like the lot of them had had their fill and were going to sleep off their food coma (with one eye open to guard against the hyena), we moved on.

I think the cold and the rain last night brought out a lot of plains game today.  We seemed to see a lot more giraffe and warthog than we usually do.  The rain also brought out the flies, which hatch right after a big storm, so there's that to contend with now.  Today though, the weather couldn't be more perfect.  Not too hot, nice light breeze and warm sun.

David and Kappen were back to looking for Rana.  They think maybe he had beat a hasty retreat back to Leopard Gorge (of Big Cat Diary fame) so we drove through looking for him there, but saw only agama lizards, rock hyrax and hyenas.  I think Rana is keeping a low profile since he was publicly humiliated up in that tree on Saturday.

Back to the camp by noon for lunch.  I've already written the blog before lunch so that means I can make after lunch a true siesta, reading and napping the couple of hours away.

Lunch today was a cheese and veggie quiche, beet and avocado salad, green bean salad and pineapple for dessert.  I continue to be very happy with the food here.  I'm certainly taking advantage of their vegetarian skills.

During siesta, the heavens opened up again for about 20 minutes, just enough to make us all wonder if we really wanted to go out at all.  I don't care about getting wet but I do worry that the animals will all be snoozing.  Thankfully that wasn't the case.

We found Frank and Jesse, who must have hidden out somewhere during the deluge because their gorgeous manes looked pristine as usual, like they'd just had a blowout in some Hollywood salon.  They are gorgeous creatures.  We spotted the female lionesses with some cubs on the opposite hill but were unable to cross the river to get to them after the storm left everything all muddy and slick.  We couldn't tell from such a distance if Lucky our little guy was among them.

We moved on and just around the bend we found the nomad sub-adults from the Offbeat pride.  These are the ones who've been booted from the pride and are in the process of establishing themselves.  They all looked well fed and were in serious food comas.  They look as if they must have eaten recently so they're doing well.  This group was 4 males and 3 females and again, they look pretty darn good.

The thing I love about these guides is that they try to do what they can to keep us happy.  After the failed attempt at getting to the cubs, David managed to find another crossing and we made our way to where we spotted the cubs, but they had moved on.  So, as the day got darker, we moved on and had our sundowner (gin and tonic for me) and chatted about the conservancy concept and how it's working.

Another thing I love about these guides, especially Kappen, is that they will stop the vehicle and hop out to collect bottles or plastic that humans have left behind.  They realize what a danger these are to all the animals and they've stopped several times to clean up after someone else.  I respect that.

I think we'll likely pass on the day trip into the Reserve.  Both guides have said that most of the predators have moved into the conservancies, along with a lot of the prey, so it's not a great use of our time.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Another day in Lion Country


Another good night of sleep, not too windy or too cold.  I only heard lions once, quite far off in the distance.  I don't know how that bodes for the day.

We were up at 6:00 and on the road at 6:30.  It was a beautiful painted sky sunrise today, lots of hot pinks and orange.  The sun was just about coming up when we came across Offbeat pride males Jesse and Frank, heading back toward the same hill we saw the moms and cubs return to yesterday.  It seems as though Jesse and Frank had just manhandled the nomadic sub-adults out of this territory, as we came across them next.  There were five of them, although one was Leia, a veteran Offbeat female, fully grown, whose job it is to coach these sub-adults on how to behave themselves.  While the nomadic lions were headed towards the spot where Frank and Jesse just retired, Leia guided them away.  I asked David how likely it is that these nomads would form their own pride, and he said unlikely.  The survival rate of 14 nomads isn't good anyway, but to have the Offbeat pride, the Acacia pride and the River pride just here in Mara North along with the Moniko pride next door in Olare Motorogi, there's almost no room for anyone else without some serious competiton.

We stopped along the way to watch some elephants and to watch a group of hyena, two of which seemed to be in the courtship dance.  I thought for sure they might mate, but then they ran off rather than consummate the dance.

While we were watching the hyenas though, Kappen and David were watching the hill ahead of us.  They noticed that some buffalo got driven downward and some zebra scattered, so they headed that way.  It turns out that this is Acacia pride territory and a lioness had left two 5 month old cubs deep in a bush for safe keeping while they went out to hunt.  We saw both, one more clearly than the other, sitting there patiently until their mom returns.  That's putting two and two together and getting a sighting, for sure!

We stopped for breakfast after this, surrounded by gazelle, zebra, wildebeest and eland, which was pretty cool.  Today we had pancakes, hard boiled eggs and little muffins with coffee and juice.  It was pretty filling.  Just as we finished breakfast, Kappen jumped up, having been sitting there staring at the hillside as he finished his coffee, and said "I see cheetah".  He grabbed his binoculars and true to his word, it was Amani and her two cubs again on the opposite hillside, maybe a mile away.  David said she wasn't too far from where we left them yesterday, and they still hadn't eaten.  So off we went.

We tracked her again for about 2 hours as she was foiled a couple times by nearby baboons or zebra who spotted her.  She never really got too close to executing a chase, but my hope was always there.  All three cheetah look very thin, they definitely need a meal.  Once a fifth car showed up and started following, we left.  David believes that the cars tracking a cheetah can ruin a hunt for her, which I completely appreciate.  I'd rather that she eat than I get to see a hunt.  It was still pretty cool though to get some great photos of her on termite mounds as she assessed the area and watch her cubs as they followed her (or in some cases led her) around.

Today has been cooler than we're used to and no sun until lunchtime.  It was a challenge taking in that light but I think I made the best of it.

Lunch today was delicious.  There was vegetable lasagna, roasted carrots, tossed salad and a chickpea salad.  For dessert was a tropical fruit salad.  I'm eating very well here.

Off for a quick nap before the afternoon drive.

The afternoon drive started off a bit quiet.  David and Kappen really want to find a leopard for us at eye level, not stuck way up in a tree.  But I think Rana has packed it in and called it a week.  He's likely recovering from yesterday's stranding up in the tree.  So we just drove along and enjoyed whatever we saw.  Some vervet monkeys, some baboons.  What was interesting was a large tower of giraffes, about a dozen, but one adult was teaching a youngster how to neck, or crash necks together as adults do when they fight.  It was sort of half-hearted but interesting for me to see nonetheless.

We kept driving in search of leopard, it really felt endless for a bit.  Then Kappen, from far across a valley, noticed a spot of lion yellow in the bushes across the way.  So off we went, and there were three Offbeat lionesses asleep in the bush.  It was Napono, the alpha lioness, and Lucinda and Polypoly. These were the three, apparently, who stranded Rana up a tree yesterday.  They were passed out cold and looked unlikely to rise.  Until they did.  Something behind us caught their eye and they became quite intent.  Then the yawning started (a sure sign they'd get up) and Kappen figured out that the zebra and impala on the hill behind us were the likely targets.  So we headed that way.  The zebra were conveniently located near a watering hole, which is a prime location for lions to ambush zebra (as I well know from my safari here last year).  The zebra, predictably, headed down to the watering hole, and about half had crossed through it when the one lone lioness who decided to make a strike was spotted, thwarting the effort.  Seriously, I'm collecting thwarted kills like bad pennies!  Another one!  So that was ruined.  Her sisters didn't seem to be too into it, since they were just catching up to her when we got on scene.  So maybe it wasn't a serious effort anyway.

We drove a short distance further and found two lionesses with a bunch of cubs, which was great, except that our little guy Lucky and two of his cousins were missing, which is not great news.  Ugh.  I can't handle losing that little guy so soon after seeing him.

Offbeat set up a great sundowner at a pretty much ideal location under an acacia, with a firepit and everything.  It was excellent and very enjoyable for all the guests to meet up there.  And then it started to rain.  Kenya desperately needs rain, and it got it.  For the next hour and a half it was pretty torrential.  We got back to our tent, had a shower and got to the dining tent just as the deluge happened.  As I write this at 10 p.m. It's pretty much stopped, but for a while there it was hairy.

Tonight's meal was fried fish with couscous, herbed cauliflower and peapods. Appetizer was a delicious ravioli with a sweet tomato sauce.  Dessert was a delectable Amarula mousse, which is wonderful as I'd been drinking Amarula before dinner!

Tucked safely into bed for another early morning.  I still can't believe how much I love it here and how each day is a blessing in some way or another

Saturday, February 18, 2017

One of those days I just won't forget

What an incredible nights sleep I had.  I think a combination of the activity of the last week, the fresh air and the super-early day yesterday but I was out cold, but not so much that I didn't hear the lions twice last night quite nearby.  This is what I live for!

Off we went at 6:30 to see the sunrise.  I had high expectations for the day but I had to temper it so as not to be disappointed.  But man, I had no idea what would happen.

First we came upon the Offbeat Pride females and cubs coming in from a night out.  They'd quite obviously made a kill as they all had nice round, distended bellies.  Our little guy Lucky was bringing up the rear as he seems to usually.  David said that Lucky was having a problem with diarrhea which is common after a big kill where he's drunk a lot of blood with high levels of iron.  Poor little guy!  The three lionesses brought the kids up on to the hill to sleep for the day, but not before we got a bunch of photos.

Next we moved on and came across a few giraffes that we stopped to take some photos of as it was the first we'd seen since we'd been here.  As we sat there, we heard a bunch of lions roaring and growling at each other as if there was a big fight going on.  We zipped in that direction and saw the two Offbeat males, Jesse and Frank, fighting with something, which turned out to be three nomadic males (young adults who'd been booted out of the Offbeat Pride). The Offbeat males and three females had just fought Rana, a local male leopard, and ended up chasing him up a large acacia tree, where he remained.  The nomads turned up when they heard the noise thinking that maybe there was a kill they could take part in (being desperate having to work on their own for food).  So it was a drama within a drama, with poor Rani stuck up a tree until all the lions would leave.  The Offbeat males chased the nomads off but one returned eventually (not very bright) and sat just out of sight of the Offbeat males and females.  With binoculars, at the very top of the tree, lying precariously in a crook was Rana.  He was going to be stuck up there as long as there was a bunch of lions hanging about or risk losing his life to lions who don't like him in their territory.

The interesting thing about Frank and Jesse is that they are brothers and swap off being the dominant male in the pride.  Jesse has a fairer mane while Frank has a quite dark one.  They took over the pride three years ago at the very young age of 5 and have held it down since.  They are very handsome, healthy looking boys.

After we left Rana stuck up in the tree with a bunch of lions napping nearby (thus preventing him from coming back down), we went off to look for cheetah, specifically Amani, who the guides said returned to the area a few days ago.  I saw Amani in 2014 with one cub.  David says that cub must not have survived, as it would have stayed with her for another year or so and she had another set of cubs in 2015.  Cheetah will go straight into estrus when their cubs are killed, and that's what it seems happened to her.  Her last cubs prior to these were five in number and none made it.  The two cubs she has now are almost adults and both female.  She's finally become a skilled mother able to raise cubs to adulthood.  I really thought it was wishful thinking to want to see her again, so imagine my surprise when we pulled off from the treed leopard and not 10 minutes later, there is Amani walking the savannah with her two girls.  Wow.  (Note: my memory is that when I saw her in 2014, she had three sub-adult cubs, two males and a female, who had just become independent.  I believe I also saw that one daughter in the Mara last year with her own cubs, Imani)

We stayed with her for almost 2 hours, following her as she stalked a couple different groups of Thomson gazelles or impalas.  Her cubs, while almost adult looking, still played like rambunctious children, chasing each other and wrestling, which the guides say is a form of practice for chasing and taking down prey.  At one point Amani was stalking them straight on, when all of a sudden we noticed one of the cubs coming the long way around behind us to get to the Thommies from the rear.  Sometimes it works, David says, and the element of surprise is enough to scatter and confuse the gazelles so that one is caught.  Not today.  While she gave it a good effort, Amani wasn't able to eat, which is a shame since I'd love to see her hunt but also she and her girls looked very skinny and must be hungry.

In the midst of waiting and watching Amani and not wanting to leave her as she was looking like she wanted to hunt, we had a wonderful bush breakfast in the vehicle.  I had "eggy bread" (French toast) with baked beans, lychee juice and a hard boiled egg and coffee.  It was very good and more than held me over to lunch.

On our way back to camp, we drove back to check on Rana, a full 3 hours later, and found him still perched high in the tree in the blinding sun, with the Offbeat males and three females that we could see scattered on the ground around him nearby.  There was no coming down for him until they left, and they looked as if they were all down for the count, albeit in the shade!

Lunch today was baked fish sticks, vegetable salad with potatoes, zucchini, carrots, a bean salad and a chocolate fudge cake for dessert.  It was very good.

A quick nap during siesta and catching up on the blog before we headed out for an afternoon drive.  We went straight away to check on Rana, and he was still up in the tree at almost 5 p.m. and the lions were still lying about, in the comfort of shady bushes, all around him.  He wasn't panting as much as he was at midday but I can't imagine that was comfortable for him up there that long.

We went off to look for the rest of the Offbeat pride with the cubs and came up empty.  We found some elephants and a harem of impala.  There was a storm over the Tanzanian border and the clouds and the sky were just tremendous as sunset approached so we took photos of that.  We stopped for a sundowner and watched the crazy sky.  Once it was dark we headed back toward camp.  It was dark enough that Kappen used the red light that illuminates night drives and we found Rana, still up in the tree a full 12 hours after he was chased up.  We watched Frank and Jesse yawn a lot and finally get up and move on, but the three Offbeat females stayed put, with an eye on Rani in the tree.  They're the most dangerous to him and I hope they move on so he can come down overnight.

Just outside of camp we saw a hippo grazing.  The staff said that there were three Cape buffalo nearby too.

We took quick showers and headed over to the tent for a gin and tonic and dinner.  My meal tonight was a puff pastry stuffed with a combination of veg and cheese (sweet potato, carrot, onion), mashed potato, zucchini and a fruit crumble for dessert that was quite good.  The white wine was tasty too.

Early to bed for a morning game drive.  Im not as tired today but that may be the nap I took during siesta.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Back in the Mara


Last night we ate in the hotel restaurant since it was an early to bed night.  I had a four cheese pizza and a gin cocktail.  The pizza was actually quite good.  We weren't so impressed with the room we got for this one night stay at Lemigo Hotel.  It was in an older part of the building and it left a lot to be desired.  We went to bed around 9:15 and were woken up repeatedly by loud people in the hall smoking and talking.  I finally got up at 3:45 and took a shower since I was so hot all night long that I felt dirty.  We met Tim in the lobby at 4:30 and off we went.

Tim and Cyrus were a great combination and they took excellent care of us.  I have no doubt that going with Treks2Rwanda was the right choice for us.  Tim appreciated our quest for knowledge and our warped senses of humor and he played into both.  Cyrus was quiet and gentle but always looked after us with a smile.  I'll miss them both as we move on to Nairobi and the Mara.

Today is basically a transit day.  The goal is to get from here to Mara North a conservancy in the Maasai Mara National Park area.  To get there, we fly Kigali to Nairobi on Rwandair.  I'd thought since I booked this flight last June that it stopped in Entebbe first and arrived in Nairobi at 10:40.  In reality, it goes to Nairobi first and we were had arrived at 9:10.  I worried this whole time that we wouldn't be able to make the connection to Wilson Airport by 3 for the flight to the Mara.  In reality, we retrieved our luggage, exchanged money, met our driver and got to Wilson by 10:30 and checked our bags.  The driver we had took us to the Aviation Club near the airstrip and let us sit in the restaurant, where we will gladly suck back coffee and have a late breakfast while we kill time until 2.  The huevos rancheros here are to die for, as is the iced latte.  Now if I could just scratch the itch I've been having for a chocolate chip cookie, I'd be golden.

All this time to kill before we leave for the Mara.  Sigh.

Thinking about our accommodations I think I'd endorse the place near Volcanoes National Park we were bumped to the first night over where we ended up.  We had booked into Mountain Gorilla View Lodge, which was a good-sized lodge made up of individual cabins.  Ours was a good distance from the dining area which was a pain when we were post-trek and sore.  The room and bathroom had seen far better days.  At one point my foot went through the floorboard in the bathroom and there was a fast growing mushroom in our shower.  The food was always buffet style and a bit limited for vegetarian options.  I managed to eat enough but not a good balance of protein and carbs.  The vegetables here were incredibly fresh and well prepared though.

On our first night we were at Da Vinci Lodge, which has only been open for 7 months and hasn't yet ramped up for business.  We were the only guests and very well tended to.  I liked the room a lot better there, it was newer, better kept and didn't feel as run down.  The food was a limited a la carte menu but decent enough.  Had I a choice again, I'd likely go with Da Vinci.  The service was far better (hello, foot massage!) and the accommodations were just nicer.

After we killed all that time in the Aviation Club restaurant, we finally went back to Safarilink and took our flight to the Mara.  I wish I could say it was smooth but it was actually pretty bumpy.  Uncomfortably so.  There were a bunch of storms around and we seemed to be going through all of them.  It left both of us kind of queasy and that lingered into our first game ride.

We arrived at the Mara North airstrip right at 4 and were greeted by Kappen and David.  I was psyched to see it was them, because their stellar guiding reputation precedes them, at least in the online safari world.  We chatted a bit, saw a cute little family of hyenas (the pups are cute when they're little!).  I asked if they'd seen Amani the cheetah, who I saw in Olare Motorogi in 2014 and I knew she'd been around here a bit.  They said she disappeared for a while in January but just returned a couple of days ago, so there's hope I'll get to see her.  They've also seen Malaika's newly independent cubs around too, so maybe we'll bump into them.

The rest of the game ride continued as we looked for the Offbeat pride of lions.  That's the resident pride in Mara North closest to the Offbeat camp.  It didn't take too much work before we spotted them down along the river.  There were a few lionesses and a bunch of cubs of different ages.  This is already a bonus because I didn't get to see any tiny cubs last year and already I was seeing about 5!  Kappen told us that the littlest cub was named Lucky, because he and his sister were born to a mother who couldn't produce milk.  The sister cub died but Lucky was taken on by an auntie who had a set of cubs and would nurse him too.  I decided there and then I need to take Lucky home with me!  We came across this group of lions a couple times as we headed back towards camp and they were heading (it seems) towards a kill they had hidden somewhere.  Excellent start to the safari.

Offbeat Mara is a great camp.  Six tents nestled into some bushes.  We're in tent 4,  I think.  Dinner tonight was beet risotto appetizer which was excellent.  My entree was a stuffed pepper that was wonderful.  Dessert was a blueberry cake with sticky toffee pudding sauce.  The Cabernet Sauvignon is wonderful too. This was by far our best meal of the trip so far, but I sort of expected it.

Bed by 10, early rise for morning game drive.