The Lion Sleeps Tonight

From Ngorongoro Crater Lodge, we continued our adventures with CC Africa and made our way to Klein’s Conservation Camp astride the Serengeti near the Kenyan border. Our 7:00 a.m. jeep ride to the Manyara airstrip was followed by another exciting journey in a diminutive prop plane (where we literally sat behind the pilot to enjoy a clear view out the front window). Our noon landing at Klein’s involved touching down on an airstrip simply marked with a black and white wind flag and a strip of grass matted flat by repeated plane landings. Our accommodations at the aptly-named Klein’s Under Canvas were located ten minutes away at a mobile camp site in the midst of the actual conservation area.

A bit unsure of what to expect from two nights in a tent with no electricity or running water, we were thrilled to discover that our lodgings represented a cavernous and thoughtfully-appointed canvas tent. We found our tent furnished with a comfortable bed, a working indoor toilet, a basin and large brass urn filled with gravity-induced “running” water, a ground-level outdoor shower deck (consisting of a suspended, upturned brass water container) and a private butler (named Moses) whose duties aside from parting nearby bodies of water included fetching boiling water for our showers.

After an efficient picnic lunch near the camp’s hub, we retired to our tent just before the skies opened to unleash a massive thundershower of spectacular force and fury. Over the next several hours, not a single raindrop encroached the inside of our tent while we were lulled soundly to sleep by the pageantry of the crackling skies above.

As luck would have it, we awoke just as the rains ended and just in time to make the scheduled 4:00 p.m. afternoon safari ride. Our capable guide Massek chauffeured the two of us in a convertible-roof Land Cruiser through the conservation area, a private concession area leased exclusively to CC Africa. Unlike our excursion in Ngorongoro Crater, the Klein’s safari ride afforded us the opportunity to off-road and approach the animals at unimaginably-intimate distances. Within mere minutes of setting out, we were graced by two families of African elephants with a baby in their midst and by a herd of curious giraffes. Seemingly everywhere we looked, a cornucopia of animals – ranging in scale and ferocity – emerged from the bush. The excitement that we felt the prior morning at Ngorongoro Crater was soon eclipsed by our amazement at the sheer number of animals sighted in the conservation area.

The pinnacle of our safari ride was soon to come. On the basis of a radioed tip from a fellow guide, we made our way deeper into the preserve to a clearing of tall grass. Nestled in the midst of golden stalks, we found a pair of enervated lions (a male boasting a conspicuous mane and a female boasting long eyelashes) several hours into their extended mating cycle. From Massek, we learned that during mating season, single-minded lions copulate every 15 minutes for three straight days, even going so far as to forego meals and extended sleep. We also found out that a single alpha male pairs with each of the females in his herd (lionesses actually initiate the process) on a rolling three-day basis. This responsibility invariably takes its toll as male lions have a life span 14 years shorter than their counterpart lionesses. When Vik remarked that this was quite a way to go, Massek nodded in knowing agreement.

As if on cue, the two lions on which we were eavesdropping began their activity. The two appeared to both share an exhibitionist streak as they ended up consummating three times in the twenty minutes during which our voyeuristic eyes were trained on them. In each case, the physical exertion phase of the mating lasted less than a minute (lions are not especially keen on foreplay or endurance). After the third coupling, a second male lion approached from the bush at the rear of our vehicle. Initially expecting a fight between two aggressive males, we were somewhat disappointed to observe the second lie down casually ten yards from the pair. At this point, Massek suggested that lion number two was the alpha male’s brother keeping a respectful distance after being summoned by his sibling. Throughout, Kaberi snapped away furiously, capturing no less than 250 shots in short order. After the show, albeit tired, we had to admit that we were not nearly as worn out as the lions.

The subsequent night drive was a bit anticlimactic, although we did manage to see bushbabies for the very first time. We summarily returned to the camp to make a bee-line for the warmth of the roaring nightly campfire. Huddled just out of reach of the flames, we enjoyed chilled drinks and handfuls of spicy Bombay mix as we chatted first with Ladislas, the camp’s acting director, and then with the Schiffmans, a funloving American family of five who inspired us with their annual tradition of exotic annual family vacations. After the staff coaxed us away from the fire and our enthusiastic conversation, we assembled for dinner in the mess tent.

Not surprisingly, considering our remote location, we found that our meals, despite the significant effort of the camp staff, did not compare with those we enjoyed at Ngorogoro Crater. The atmosphere and conversation, however, were nothing less than enthralling. Massek joined us for dinner and waxed enthusiastically about CC Africa’s ethical conservation and community-building efforts. His heartfelt testimonial was convincing, and we both felt quite pleased to have chosen a top-flight, environmentally-conscious operator.

After finishing dessert, we said our good nights and returned to our tent. After changing into long thermal underwear and fleece tops, we turned in for the night. In contrast with the chill of the night, our bed was delightfully warmed by the presence of a hot water bottle. Despite the lack of electricity, we lacked for none of the comforts of home; we enjoyed cotton sheets, soft pillows, a substantial duvet and, remarkably enough, overhead lights, powered by a large external tent battery. Feeling embarrassed by the extent to which we were “roughing it,” we gratefully fell asleep.

As the sun rose, Moses appeared outside our tent attired in a heavy winter coat and bearing a kettle of hot water for our outdoor shower. We could scarcely believe that we were actually taking turns stepping into 40-degree temperatures in our birthday suits to bathe in a canvas-enclosed shower stall. Drawing the short straw and the second shift, Vik unfortunately encountered rapidly-cooling water flowing overhead. Meanwhile, a wet and shivering Kaberi curled back into bed with a lukewarm water bottle desperate for heat from any source. Reverberating in the back of our heads, were the voices of our mothers warning us that this was exactly how one caught a cold.

After a quick breakfast of cereal and yogurt, Massek and our tracker Seleu took us through the conservation area where we checked in on the aforementioned lions who were still dutifully engaged in their business. Soon thereafter, we crossed the threshold of the Serengeti (meaning “endless plain” in the Maasai language) to witness the famed annual migration.

After a couple of hours of bumpy driving, we came across a massive clearing with wildebeest scattered in droves as far as the eye could see, their movements motivated by the search for water. Interspersed with the wildebeest in the inexorable march north to Kenya were zebras, antelopes and gazelles. A few miles up the road we observed several greedy vultures bickering over access to a recent wildebeast corpse. An hour or so later, with our appetites sufficiently tempered, we stopped for an uninspiring picnic lunch in the bush where we attempted to dodge sizeable animal droppings and swat away relentless tsetse flies.

The next morning, we were grateful to be able to sleep in until 8:00 a.m. (even resident early bird Kaberi enjoyed the extra shuteye) and to awake to warmer temperatures. After a more tolerable outdoor shower and lukewarm pancakes, our departure time approached. We said our warm goodbyes to the staff and bundled into the convertible Land Cruiser for the last time (at least for the foreseeable future). As we left the camp’s borders, we were struck by the vivid sight of three Maasai warriors from the nearby village, each brandishing a tall spear, walking together in the jungle. Once airborne on the return flight to Dar Es Salaam, we both agreed that the fertile landscapes passing below had exceeded our lofty expectations, hardly an easy feat in the seven-month mark of our travels.