So we were finally on the last leg of our trip, and soon we were welcomed at the Mara airstrip by John, our Driver over the last 8 visits. It was great to see him again. He collected our luggage and we bounced our way in the jeep to Little Governor's Camp on the
mud, pot holed, rutted, red earth 'super highway' road.

Our journey was not quite over however, as we had a river to cross to get the the Camp. We had to walk down 36 steps to the awaiting dug out boat, which was pulled along by a rope to the other side.The colour of the water was red and had lots of bacteria floating due to all the hippos,not to mention crocodiles that must be around as well. The idea of falling into the river
was certainly not something we would want to do, as the boat rocked when we got in and out of it. We then had another 36 odd steps to climb up the other side before a short walk escorted by security guards (elephants are always around) to the Camp site when we booked in, and then on to Tent No 12.
And so our real safari had begun being in Africa, out with all the wildlife, which is where I feel I truly belong.