The road in and out of Serengeti National Park is a rocky, dusty path that winds through the legendary endless plains. Each passing vehicle sends blinding billows of smoky dust. On either side is a parched landscape of ochre earth, lean acacia trees, dry grass, rocks and the occasional buffalo skull. Sometimes an ostrich or a few impala wander along, but the further you are from the park, the less animals you see. For hours, the sole diversion from this monotonous landscape is herds of cattle or goats, tended by Masai boys draped in bright red or blue. Some look as young as five or six. They wave at us, hoping we will stop and give them gifts or food. We don't. Their appeals become a part of the strange, repetitive world outside of the truck that we are eager to put behind us.
The road seen from atop the kopje just inside the park entrance
A few seconds of video from the drive
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