Chocolate wildebeest, caramel antelopes and striped zebras
We climb on Moyo’s back and hold on to his tangled manes. A dusty smell reaches our noses. “Great ride, Moyo.” Rocking softly on Moyo’s back, we watch the long queue of chocolate brown wildebeest, caramel coloured antelopes and black and white zebras. Shading my eyes with one hand, I ask Moyo: “Where are we heading?” “We are on our way to my favourite place, over there, near the mountains at the foot of the Ngorongoro crater. Every year we come back to these fertile grounds. Near all the large and small wonders of Africa living in the Ngorongoro Crater our own calves find their way into the world.” Every year same place, same time. It makes the Great Migration of the Wildebeest more than impressive, a wonder itself.