We waited another half an hour, when suddenly John the Maasai guide and driver drove off towards the river line. While holding onto my camera and the door handle at the same time, I saw, on my right, the wildebeest moving down and into the water. It was like an explosion; like a sluice opening up. When the car came to a standstill, I took out my camera and captured picture after picture. It was a spectacular experience, and the adrenaline was rushing through my veins – by now I was sitting on the car roof. It all happened so quickly. Some wildebeest got knocked by hippos in the river, some got eaten by crocodiles that were already waiting for them on the water surface, and the ones that managed to stay closely together made it safely to the other side. The river current nudged the group into a beautiful curve, yet the perfect picture happened when some of the wildebeest discovered a gap in front of our car. Below onto an elevated embankment there were animals climbing up the slope. The herd split up, and while more wildebeest were pushed down into the river, others seemed to take all their energy and backed off.
When the rush of animals slowed down, we simply sat there for a while to wind down and absorb the wonder of what we had just witnessed.… I will always be grateful to have been present for this migration, and to have captured at least two wonderful images to include in my photographic collection, Pride of Africa.
Every year, the wildebeest congregate in the Serengeti plains and make their way north in search of fresh water and the sweet, newly sprouted grasses that this beautiful animal simply loves.
This incredible journey sees them crossing two rivers, the Grumeti River and the Mara River to reach their new grazing areas. This is the spectacle that so many seek to witness each year. The Maasai Mara is lush and green at this time of year and the game viewing opportunities abound.
What an unforgettable experience it was for us and such a privilege to witness.