The words ‘Africa’ and ‘sunset’ are coupled almost unconsciously, yet the Mara’s dusks are unlike any other. These biblical skies are impossible to predict, frequently appearing when all hope is lost after banks of grey cloud have scudded along the distant escarpments.
The cultured pastures of Mara Naboisho Conservancy have yet again delivered. In some camps a repeat couple celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary, bringing their grown-up daughters could be permitted an indolent morning.
Whatever the sport or hobby there is nothing like boasting new-found jargon, particularly cycling jargon. The Divine Sideburn led his charges out of West London right about the time hordes of ruminants dived in for a snappy drugs-free 50 metre freestyle.