As with so many safari experiences, branching away from the crowds has the potential to yield for-your-eyes-only sightings. We headed away from everyone, leaving another lion, and went up Engitati Hill to take in the herds and views from up high. A giant elephant bull with a single, thick tusk watched us under heavy-lidded eyes and long lashes. Another mash of cars ahead made us check through our binos and there, shimmering in the heat haze, was a beautiful black rhino – a horned jewel out in open grassland being admired by a long line of cars.
As we circled round to the exit, we decided to pass by the spot where we had seen the lions first thing that morning. Few creatures have the tenacity of these mating cats. Out in the sun’s heat, panting and together, we saw them in the grass where we had left them hours before.
We drove out of the crater through the cracked shade of the rim’s forest. Up and up we climbed. The gate felt like a portal to another dimension. My heart was filled with the day’s experiences, a story closed with climbing canopies of trees. We stood at the viewpoint and looked into the crater. Exploring this incredible biosphere had been like living through the microscope, with the wildlife and detail undetectable from this vantage point.
Ngorongoro is said to be the name given to the echoing sound of a cow bell. I love the idea that there is something that so quintessentially resonates the place of Maasai pastoralists in this unique landscape, with villages that surround it like a button. To me, it is a word that is so much like a heartbeat – giving life to a dream-come-true experience. After writing this story, research alerted me to the fact that there is a secondary, cultural interpretation of the word that means 'gift of life', so there is a heartbeat in there - ancient and steady - after all.
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