When we started our last Safari, the Annual Migration from Tanzania towards Masai Mara in Kenya had just begun, but since it was still a bit early, we were not particularly expecting to meet any Wildebest or Zebras´ herds.

We had occasionally seen few groups on the vast savannah, in the middle of the Park, however, one morning, when we were driving northbound towards our lodge, something happened again that astonished us.

We were driving through a bend, when all of a sudden, we found ourselves in the middle of a Wildebest´s herd which was crossing and occupying the whole road. There were thousands of them, walking in groups guiding at one another. In a few seconds our car was completely surrounded!. We could only hear their calls and their hooves on the ground. The scene was amazing, wherever you looked at, you could only see piles and piles of them; adults, a few months old babies walking next to their mums, and curious youngsters running from side to side.

At first they avoided approaching our car, but when they noticed we were silent and calm (it was impossible not to be quiet before such a wonderful scene) they stopped closely staring at us for a few seconds before continuing on their way. They were coming from all directions, the mountain slopes full of moving black spots.

I have watched a lot of National Geographic Documentaries about Migration, but being in the middle of one, it is an experience very difficult to explain. In those moments you are only able to feel the strength of Nature in all of its splendour and to be thankful for such an opportunity.