Last night we were welcomed into the homes of the smiling, dignified Maasai people who live in the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. As their boys came home in the evening from the hills, a serval bolted from cover ahead of them. The wild cats of Tanzania stay with me until the last.
This has been a stolen season here; a dream of the greatness and beauty of Tanzania. And the greatness and beauty of her cats. Wherever we have been, we have been welcomed with kindness and good humour. And wherever we have looked we have seen beauty.
Pivotal in our experience have been Richard and George, our driver-guides, now friends. Their knowledge and love of their country, its people and wildlife, have been shared with clarity, with compassion and with humour. Working by their side has been an honour. An honour I hope to repeat.
For now, jeeps, airports, planes and, I'm told, snow.