A herd of more than 100 wildebeest stands on the far bank of the Mara river, grunting nervously at one another. Like wedding guests around an empty disco dance floor, they are waiting for the bravest among them to break rank and make the first move.
It’s easy to understand their trepidation. Just around the bend, Ruppell’s griffon vultures and marabou storks stand in ominous huddles, while two huge crocodiles wrestle over one wildebeest that didn’t make it. There is an occasional, putrid whiff of rotting carcass in the air.
Far fewer wildebeest are killed by crocs during the famous Mara river crossing each year than by the creatures’ sheer stupidity. In their wild-eyed panic, several thousand might all rush down the banks at once, drowning hundreds at a time as they trample over one another.
From my safari vehicle on the opposite bank, I am mesmerised by the spectacle of this perilous final leg of their journey. As many as two million wildebeest migrate around the Serengeti each year, giving birth in the south of the ecosystem in February, then moving in a roughly circular motion up to the Mara river by August/September, and crossing into Kenya for a couple of months before heading south again.
“Kenya would have you believe the wildebeest migration takes place exclusively in Kenya, but the animals spend far more of the year in Tanzania,” claims David Guthrie, cofounder of Tent With A View Safaris, as we sit glued to our binoculars for two hours. “And on their side you can sometimes barely move for tourists.”
That’s why he settled in Tanzania instead of Kenya more than 20 years ago, and with his Tanzanian business partner has built a portfolio of boutique lodges and camps across the country. The latest, characteristically quirky, addition to the collection is the Bush Rover camp here in the Serengeti: former safari vehicles, which are driven into place for the season, and then magically converted into plush safari accommodation with a twist.
In the back of my Bush Rover Suite, I discover a beautiful wood panelled bathroom where the chassis ought to be, with a bath tub, sink and a bench covered in Masai-check fabric. The front passenger seat has been turned into a flushing toilet, while a wrought-iron spiral staircase takes me up to my bedroom, complete with four-poster bed and wardrobe.
The piece de resistance is the balcony which, from my vantage point on a hill, gives me an incredible view down to where wildebeest crossings take place. At night, hordes of wildebeest march right through our camp, so close to my suite that it sounds like I’m sharing my bedroom with several hundred heavy-snorers.
Creating intimate wildlife experiences is Tent With A View’s whole ethos, so we avoid those few vehicles that we do encounter during our game drives. The exception is when we excitedly join half a dozen other vehicles, which have spotted a female black rhino and her young – not seen here for many years. As we bounce around the dirt tracks of the park, we come across warthogs, zebra, giraffe, elephants, serval, buffalo, jackals, mongoose, baboons, hyena and the adorable little hyrax.
I also tick off more than 50 bird species, including eagles, ostrich, the secretary bird, and the gloriously coloured lilac-breasted roller – who looks like a toddler has painted-it-by numbers incorrectly. With its wide plains and ample game, the Serengeti is usually an excellent place to see lions and leopards too, though the safari gods are not shining down upon me during this particular visit.
When I spend my final evening relaxing in a bubble bath in the back of my Land Rover, however, and sipping red wine beside the crackling campfire to the tune of wildebeest, bullfrogs, crickets and a distant hyena, it doesn’t seem to matter.