Standing on the edge of Empakai Crater (with Ngorongoro to our backs), looking down a steep trail into a classic African jungle of a thousand shades of green overshadowed by a myriad of birdsongs. After five days in the Serengeti ogling big game animals (and almost two hundred bird species!) from the confines of a Land Rover, who wouldn’t be ready to run down through a forest of strangling figs sung on by the encouraging (mocking?) calls of the turacos to the floor of this caldera to be confronted with disinterested flamingos and cattle-herding Maasai?
Down into the deep hollow
We all must run see