The late rays of a once scorching sun paint a spotted face or rhino’s eye. The single diffused hurricane lamp catches the shuka or a proud Maasai against the distant milky way or the first beam from a retreating storm dusts a wildebeest.
These are vignettes but memorable ones, unique ones. It is NEVER about accumulation, this is a boorish numbers game, it is those magical, cherished moments that border on witchcraft: a combination of light, darkness and being there …. Kicheche guides are pretty good at getting you there.
Black magic …. never discounted.
