August 23, 2010
As we approached our first African destination in a small eight-seat plane, the hills turned to small mountains. The wooded peaks of Mount Losimingur were directly below us and the cool forested slopes of Ngorongoro were off to the west. The Great Rift Valley sliced through the landscape – a dramatic picture of sheer cliffs and stepped terraces. The glassy surface of Lake Manyara, dusted pink with thousands of flamingos, lay at the base of the escarpment. As
we approached our first African destination in a small eight-seat
plane, the hills turned to small mountains. The wooded peaks of Mount
Losimingur were directly below us and the cool forested slopes of
Ngorongoro were off to the west. The Great Rift Valley sliced through
the landscape – a dramatic picture of sheer cliffs and stepped terraces.
The glassy surface of Lake Manyara, dusted pink with thousands of
flamingos, lay at the base of the escarpment.
Our personal guide at Maji Moto, greeted us with a warm smile, and ‘Jambo’, hello in Swahili. After settling in, our guide took us to the entrance of the reserve where we stopped for a picnic lunch. The atmosphere was silent, yet rich with sound. And the smells ... there was a bouquet of so many

scents. This one sensory element I remember most of my first impression of Africa - the scent of the magnificent natural surrounding.