There's only one thing I love more than writing: Traveling. And I've been lucky enough to do so constantly.
There's no hierarchy or actual order to these fragments - they are simply bits and pieces of places that have stirred words within me. This...
Author's note: ... So I ran out of photo space on my previous post. This picks it up where I left off...
As with the previous part, be warned that there are one or two graphic photos.
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The migration changes everything.
On our third day, we drove out to see it. We went to where we'd find the wildebeest in their largest numbers.
It's hard too explain. The herd stretches out into the horizon, seemingly unending. At its thickest, the herd can have up to a million wildebeest, accompanied by a couple of zebras, gazelles, and baboons sticking with the migration for safety. Pictures can't capture the sheer size.
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Imagine this unending line stretching as far as the eye can see.
And here is a picture of the migration from the air (all those little black dots are wildebeest).
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Nature is wonderful.
But also cruel. The journey takes its toll on the wildebeest; many injure their legs in the treacherous river crossings along the way, or are trampled by a stampede, injured by a predator, and by the time they reach Grumeti, they don't have much strength left. A few days, and then they usually end up as a hyena or vulture's meal.
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