Ever since deciding to relocate to South Africa for a year, one of the foremost “bucket list” activities in which we hoped to partake was the Great Wildebeest Migration – A term used to define the largest mammal migration in the world, whereby over 2 million wildebeest, zebra & gazelle follow a “thousand year-old path” in the African savannah in pursuit of land on which to graze, birth calves & generally attempt to avoid their dedicated “fan club” of life-ending predators. A year-round event that spans anywhere from 800 to 1,000 kilometers, from the Serengeti in Tanzania to the Masai Mara in Kenya, the Great Migration is best known for culminating in two key events, both captured quite exhaustively by any documentary voiced by the James Earl Jones of wildlife -- Sir David Attenborough:
With weather patterns dictating the exact timing of where the migration resides during any given month, the general path is always the same -- Around and around and around (clockwise, of course). Except as of late, where drought, floods and all the other fun events that accompany climate change have moreorless “confused” the migration, resulting in a general scattering across the entire region. Which, while still quite impressive to witness, has provided a much more resounding voice to those falling into the “when I was your age” camp. Now, the majority of visitors hoping to observe this once-in-a-lifetime event, despite its less-than-predictable whereabouts, utilize the services of a professional tour operator, solely dedicated to coordinating the vast amount of details required to bring this expedition to reality. Since, as Tanzania possesses a very limited “DIY infrastructure,” attempting to organize a trip as an “independent traveler” is an endeavor from which most steer far away. Most…
Overall, no sane person would choose to spend countless hours wading through the convoluted process that is planning a Tanzanian safari. Especially during a pandemic, which not only has utterly devested the tourism sector in East Africa, but has resulted in the weekly closings of lodges, camp sites & airlines (i.e. rebooking, rebooking, rebooking). However, if said person decided to take on this task, the $$ savings would be quite significant, but more importantly, would lead to the ever-enjoyable conversation with company owners exclaiming “oh yes Mark, I remember you from your emails!” And finally, just to unnecessarily tempt the fate of our marriage, a decision may have also been made at some point to avoid the recommendations of the “collective internet” / wives with the last name of Soskolne, and bypass hiring a driver familiar with the route, in favor of attempting to blindly navigate ourselves. In a region of the world where the maps are as detailed as “look, there is a road from New York to Los Angeles.” During the rainy season. With two small children well below the “recommended age” for a Tanzanian safari. (Insert long pause). Only time will tell how many hours of therapy will be required to overcome a potential night “stuck in the mud.” Anyhow, as those closest to us allow their heart rates to subside, I would like to briefly circle back to my own personal experience with the Great Migration, and officially bring the title of this blog back into focus. With a trip to the Serengeti originally planned all the way back in 2007, during my prior Tanzanian excursion, my aspirations were unfortunately thwarted by a poorly-timed “African Death Cold.” Thus, instead of witnessing millions of animals partaking in a journey as old as time, I instead was stuck in a German-run hostel with no internet, no TV and only 7 books, all of which were in, yup, German. Fifteen years later, and with just a slight inkling of PTSD as it relates to Germanic literature, and my chance at redemption was upon me (i.e. now, us). With only 3 meager obstacles laying in our path:
Fast forward to "near-present day", we departed Cape Town with 2 of 3 negative COVID tests under our belt and officially commenced our 36-hour journey to Tanzania (24 of which were spent in a Johannesburg airport hotel, as our previously-planned visit to relatives went astray thanks to a sick & fever-riddled cousin). Nonetheless, arriving into Kilimanjaro International Airport in Tanzania, after a day of travel best not remembered, we were immediately ushered into a room for some extremely thorough “brain scratching.” 15 agonizing minutes later, and we were presented our test results. Negative, and 15 years of waiting and what feels like 1,500 hours of planning could finally come to fruition. Positive, and you would soon be witness to the most depressing blog post in the history of bloggerdom. … Negative. Onto the adventure, and for the time being, onto the pics: Next Blog Post: Ngorongoro Crater (Witty Title TBD)
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Mom
3/14/2022 09:24:59 pm
Just a friendly reminder to not forget to buy 4 air tickets for your return flight to Michigan....
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Melissa
3/15/2022 01:40:26 pm
I am on the edge of my seat waiting for the next post! Will you get to see the wildebeasts? Will the boys witness a predator pluck a young, weak newborn from the stampede? Will the hyenas overtake the pridelands?
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PRIOR BLOG POSTS: Year Abroad Intro: • Welcome to our Newest Blog! Again! • The Move - Dissected, Probed and Then Probed Some More • The Voyage (Part 1) - If At First You Don't Succeed, Trying Again Won't Work Either • The Voyage (Part 2) - The Layover to Rule All Other Layovers • A Personal Life Update - Establishing Our Shallow Roots A Guide to South Africa: • How to be an Expat When You Aren't Technically an Expat (Part 1 - Bank Accounts) • How to be an Expat, When You Aren't Technically an Expat (Part 2 - Health Insurance) • Load Shedding - Keeping the Lights Off in South Africa Since 2007 • 195 Ways to Fight a Pandemic - The South Africa Edition • Halloween in South Africa - Playing Catch-Up Since 2016 • SnapScan - South Africa's Glimpse into America's Future • Thanksgiving in South Africa - Where My Turkeys Be At? • Life at the Epicenter of Omicron - A Different Type of Cancel Culture • Playgrounds - The Starbucks of South Africa • Cost of Living in South Africa - An Exploratory Journey of Everyday Expenses Trips: • Namibia Roadtrip (1 of 3) - Driving a Shake Weight to Sossusvlei • Namibia Roadtrip (2 of 3) - Searching for Souls in Swakopmund • Namibia Roadtrip (3 of 3) - Getting our Safari on at Etosha National Park • Weekend Getaway in Robertson - A Trip Down Pleasantville Lane • Summer Holiday Trip (1 of 3) - Glamping Without the Glam in the Drakensberg Mountains • Summer Holiday Trip (2 of 3) - The Historical Chronicles of Kruger National Park • Summer Holiday Trip (3 of 3) - Searching for Whales and Spare Tires in the Overberg • Visitors Round 1 - The Woodmans - An Expedited Exploration of Everything • The Great Wildebeest Migration - 15 Years of Waiting Decided in 15 Minutes • Ngorongoro Crater - A Pre-Migration Layover Inside an Inverted Volcano • Ndutu - The Safari to Rule All Other Safaris • Serengeti National Park - Seeking Out Simba at an Abandoned Pride Rock • Zanzibar - The Island of Sugar, Spice and Most Things Nice • Visitors Round 2 - Let's Ignore Our Sanity & Do All The Things • Wild Coast - A Little Tatse of the O.G. South Africa Cape Towning: • Spring Break in September - Just as Strange as it Sounds • A Day in the Life of a South African Expat - The Visual Edition • A Wrinkle in Our Spare Time • Our Final Week in South Africa - A Bittersweet Symphony of Bucket Lists The Other Stuff: • This is 40: The South Africa Version |