Trunk calls and other sounds on safari to get your ears flapping...
But it doesn’t have to be a trek. Tracking animals is thirsty work, so it’s good to know you can relax in the foothills of Kilimanjaro
THERE was the unmistakable huff-huffing of a leopard close, very close to our safari camp. The night was cool and dark, a vast expanse of sky, pulsating with a million pinpricks of starlight.
A guard escorting us to dinner, his torchlight puncturing the blackness, confirmed it was the leopardess that regularly prowled the camp. But no problem, he assured us. ‘She’ll be here but you are lucky to see her. Sometimes you spot her lying on a rock at sunrise.’
That night, our ears strained to the animal’s breathy panting, rhythmic and throaty, announcing its right to the territory. By morning you could sniff its presence, a big gamey smell from its sweat glands.
And there were tell-tale prints by the outside shower by the bedrooms.
But the leopard, one of Africa’s Big Five, was to prove elusive. We came, we heard, we smelled but it was the leopard that conquered in our game of hide and seek.
Close encounters with the other Big Four, including a herd of elephants, more than made up for our lack of a sighting.
We watched a lion mating on top of a rock, his windswept mane framing glittering tawny eyes then later a cheetah cub climbed onto the bonnet of our Land Cruiser.
We had the privilege of dancing and praying with Masai Mara villagers and
witnessed t he si l ent march of 60-plus elephants, walking shoulder to shoulder, a black line on the horizon before their huge bulk engulfed our vehicles and passed in puffs of dust from soft footfalls.
A chef in his whites prepared our bacon and scrambled eggs breakfast in the middle of the bush and we sipped spine- stiffening sundowners in the foothills of Kilimanjaro, Africa’s highest mountain.
These are all unforgettable and emotion-charged highlights of a thousand safari experiences. I have never felt so spoilt. For this was no Spartan under-canvas safari, bouncing around for mile after dusty mile on journeys between our three camps: Tortilis in t he salt plains of Amboseli National Park; Elsa’s Kopje, the arid desert wildlife gem in Meru National Park and the location of the movie Born Free, which celebrates its 60th anniversary next year (2016); and Sand River Mara, in the fertile savannah of the Masai Mara.
Ours was a five- star luxury safari where we were whisked through Nairobi’s Jomo Kenyatta airport to our personal transport: a Cessna Grand Caravan executive twin-engine plane with Peter the Pilot waiting to greet us.
This was a champagne start to our Sky-Safari jaunt, a just-launched (June 2015) hassle-free programme designed for those wanting to pack in as many animal sightings in different settings in the shortest time.
AND to enjoy all the creature comforts – soft pillows, swimming pools, hot and cold running water and beer, excellent fresh cuisine, massages, friendly service.
We sank back in our wide leather seats, revived with a flute of chilled bubbly as we soared over the capital’s notorious traffic jams and towards Mount Kenya, craning to spot elephants cooling off in swampland, a dazzle of startled zebra and grumpylooking water buffalo.
This felt so Meryl Streep and Robert Redford from Out Of Africa as we trundled along the dirt runway.
Sensory overload followed as our group were ferried to Tortilis Camp.
We fired a fuselage of questions at our patient driver: how many of the 400 species of birds would we see, is that wart hog receiving Wi-Fi on his antenna of a tail, how big is that bachelor herd of wildebeest, is the tawny eagle feasting on a hare, when will those hippos emerge from their murky pool?
I spied a dung beetle doing what dung beetles do: undertaking a Her- culean task of rolling provisions uphill to the larder.
Our guide Eric was a more seasoned spotter, picking out a roll- call of giraffes, lilac- breasted roller bird, superb starlings, water buck, hippo with just their twitching ears visible above the water surface, baby elephants trundling behind their mother and aunties.
He knew most of the adult elephants by names given by the research teams.
Rangers are on constant patrol to guard against t he scourge of poaching to feed the lucrative and insatiable market for rhino horn in China.
Even that 5.30am wake- up call for the first game drive arrived with a smile, a cup of green tea and home - baked s hort bread. ( Zip your tent carefully or the cheeky black faced vervet monkeys will steal them.)
And knowing there would be a lavish breakfast in the bush gave us heart. There was even a (unplumbed) lavatory discreetly shielded by a bush, with a shovel, in case we needed to mark our territory.
Eric treated us to an ‘African massage,’ his description of fording rivers and bouncing over volcanic rocks from Kilimanjaro’s last eruption three or four million years ago, as we headed back to base for a swim in our infinity pool, lazing on sun loungers before a Tusker beer, lunch and a doze before the evening game drive.
The refreshment highlight was sundowners, when barman Kibaki dispensed liberal measures of Gilbey’s Gin as we watched a dying apricot sun turn blood red against a bruise blue sky.
Emboldened by the second sundown- er I asked Eric if we could walk back to the lodge, whose lights glowed amber in the distance. What animals would eat us, I enquired. ‘Lion and hyena.
‘But with Eric you are safe,’ replied the scarlet-robed Masai senior tribesman armed with a spear.
False courage deserted me and we opted for the Land Cruiser rather than a two-hour scramble through clumps of spiky acacia bushes.
If the Masai men are strong warriors – they breakfast on milk mixed with cow blood collected from a nick in the animal’s neck – the women are equally formidable. On our visit to a Masai village they showed us round the huts they build from cow dung and hide in just three days.
And Phanice, the masseuse at our lodge, showed a similar fortitude, travelling 23 hours by bus every two months from her home to work leaving her eight-year- old son and six-year- old daughter in the care of her mother to fund their education.
She radiated good humour, staying: ‘You have more days if you smile and are happy and appreciate nature
Africa does things on such a big scale: big continent, big sky, big land scape big game, big heart, big problems, big danger.
Kenya is but a part of that enormous continent, with a buoyant economy marking two historic visits this year. American President Barack Obama visited in July and Pope Francis has spoken of his hope to visit in November during his first trip to Africa becoming pope.
Our visit to just three of these parks left me wanting more of the action and determined to spot that exclusive leopard.