We set off early (as bloody usual) to head away from this cornucopia of crazy wildlife.
Our first stop was to see if the leopard from the previous evening had moved during the night.
Well, I guess he had.
He descended from his kill in search of another. We followed. We waited. No luck. We moved on.
We bid farewell to some of the thousands of cheetahs we had the privilege of seeing this week.
Even now they seemed intent on being photogenic.
Golden hour photos.
Love it.
We even popped by to say goodbye to our favourite hyenas.
They were still in a playful mood.
Although a shower might be a good idea.
Then, more cheetahs. Looking in the wrong direction.
And yet another cheetah, this time, finally, on the hunt near potential prey.
It was a mother with two cubs.
She had spotted her prey, a gazelle, in the distance.
She started to run at full tilt.
This time I had my super-double-telephoto lens ready.
She took her foot off the brake.
She sprinted with incredible speed.
She sprung at her prey.
Success! The cubs looked on with admiration. And not a little hunger...
Cheetahs always kill cleanly, awaiting the last signs of life to slip away before attempting eating.
Her cub was not so patient.
This cub still needs to learn which end to start on.
Yum!
We continued on our way, snapping whatever wildlife we could.
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Before they flew off.
Another hippo pond not far from yesterday's stench pit. This one had a less agressive odour...
...but equally agressive hippos (they are the most dangerous mammals in Africa, after yours truly of course).
A baby hippo yawning. Nice one.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The terrain was changing. The migration was coming closer.
These guys were waiting patiently.
This guy wasn't.
A lone handsome male with fair hair. Classic good looks.
Don't keep near furniture.
Here's looking at you kid.
We traveled through central Serengeti, then out of the Serengeti Park to pick up a road that would take us around to the northern Serengeti.
We passed through a small town where we stopped to replenish our drinks and to clean the dust out of the engine's air filter. These townspeople were Kamba, a Bantu people known for their polygamy and aggression. Not always at the same time.
We arrived at camp late as usual, negotiated food and showers, and half succeeded.
Next, Part Two, the Northern Serengeti. And maybe, a shower.
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