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PHOTOGRAPHS BY PAOLO R. REYES BEFORE THE RAINS The safari—the Swahili word for “long journey”—was born in Kenya, the former British colony where barons and plutocrats, maharajas and royalty once paraded across the plains to play out an expensive, outlawed fantasy. One blistering summer in this land before time, Paolo R. Reyes was given a rare opportunity to experience Africa in its age of innocence “Kristine Hermosa. You know her? She very beautiful.” The immigration officer at Nairobi’s Jomo Kenyatta International Airport inquired—with a mischievous smile—about the semi-retired Philippine actress as he stamped my passport with a 90-day tourist visa. I didn’t have time to tell him that I had interviewed Hermosa for the Inquirer in the past, or that her once-stellar career had been sidelined by marriage and motherhood. So I flashed him a similar smile, cracked a corny joke, and took my first step into Kenya: the land of Out of Africa safaris, world-class Olympic athletes, Barack Obama’s forefathers, and, as I soon discovered, defunct Filipino soap operas. After claiming my luggage at the carousel, I was met at the arrivals hall by Rajab, a representative of my tour operator, Asia to Africa Safaris, who was to escort my party to the nearby Wilson airstrip, where a tiny, twinprop De Havilland Otter bound for the wilds of Meru awaited us. Before I could even reciprocate Rajab’s warm “jambo” (Swahili for “hello”), he began interrogating me on what I was begining to realize was a local obsession: the dramatic cliffhangers, twisted storylines, and tantalizing stars of Pangako Sa 'Yo, Sana’y Wala Nang Wakas, and Kay Tagal Kang Hinintay. These ABS-CBN telenovelas, all dubbed or subtitled in the vernacular, have taken the East African nation by storm in recent years, thus giving these expired Pinoy soaps a second life in the unlikeliest of places. Perhaps not so unlikely, I thought, as the air-conditioned van crawled its way to Wilson, inch by inch, through the winding, honking crush of traffic that Nairobi—the capital city of third-world Kenya—has become notorious for. The two airports are only 12 kilometers apart, so what should have been a 20-minute drive took us nearly an hour. But it was a good opportunity to get a glimpse of the capital’s working belly, far removed from the fancy suburb of Karen (named after Out of Africa author Karen Blixen), where the country’s 1-percent are ensconced post-colonial estates not far from the Danish writer’s former coffee plantation. 124 JUly 2012 rogue.ph High up in the air, however, Kenya transforms into a different kind of creature—primal, prehistoric, and capable of inspiring wonder. As we hovered over game reserves where the grass seemed to roll on forever, the jangled din of the city dissolved into the gentle lull of the jungle. “They’ve pumped so much money into this place, it’s incredible,” I overheard my seatmate, the Vanity Fair and New York Times photographer Guillaume Bonn, tell the plussized American woman behind him as the De Havilland plane made its descent on the $1.25 million Meru National Park. Bonn, a French photojournalist born in Madagascar, has covered the dark continent for over a decade, from the murder of conservationist Joan Root in Lake Naivasha to the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) of fugitive warlord Joseph Kony in North Uganda. (His photographs of the latter ran alongside a controversial Vanity Fair piece, “Childhood’s End,” written by the late Christopher Hitchens.) Today, on commission for Condé Nast Traveler, he was en route to Lewa, the 60,000-acre wildlife conservancy where Prince William famously proposed marriage to Kate Middleton in a rustic log cabin overlooking Mount Kenya. The whirr of the plane’s propellers prevented me from probing him further. But I gathered from the gruff, imposing tone of his voice that this was no fluff piece on a five-star ecolodge or glamping site—which was where I, like most of the khaki-clad holidaymakers on board the flight, was headed. Elsa’s Kopje, the first stop of my week-long safari, is a cluster of open-faced casitas built into the jagged folds of Meru’s Mughwango Hill, a pyramid of granite marooned in a sea of thorny thickets. It’s a luxury lodge with a killer view and a storied past. Fifty years ago, before the park was nearly destroyed by bandit gangs that swept down SPIRITED AWAY A twin-prop Air Kenya plane in the airstrip of Meru National Park. Opposite: The Boran-style tent suite of glamping resort Joy's Camp; the treacherous gorge of the Ewaso Nyiro River, once a hideout for Somali poachers. from Somalia in search of ivory and rhino horn, this was the lair of Elsa the Lioness. The eccentric Adamsons, George and Joy, handraised the orphaned cub like their own child and reluctantly released her into the wilderness—a heart-wrenching tale of two conservationists that was immortalized in the 1966 movie Born Free. Looking out from the balcony of my cottage, dramatically perched on a drooping lip of the kopje (small mountain), I understood how John Barry had been inspired to compose the epic film’s Oscar-winning score. Down below, on a corn-colored earth specked green with doum palms and baobab trees, Rothschild giraffes and Grevy’s zebras were cantering away in the twilight, as a thirsty herd of elephants dipped their trunks into the Rojewero river, one of 13 tributaries that bisect the park like tea-brown ribbons. Francis Epong, a native of the Turkana tribe, served as our guide at Elsa’s Kopje. Tall, weather-beaten, and hardened by the harsh climate, he was a throwback to the days of the white hunter and the memsahib (colonial women)—always ready to cater to our group’s varied whims, whether it was a champagne breakfast in the bush or a request to rifle through the forest to search for the elusive leopard. As with most safaris, our days at Elsa’s began before the crack of dawn, while the stars were still visible and as the mists rolled back slowly in the sunrise; a magical hour for bush walks and game drives, when the landscape and all its the living creatures seemed to be in the process of being created. The day ended, more often than not, with Tall, weatherbeaten, and hardened by the harsh climate, they were a throwback to the days of the white hunter and the memsahib. a sundowner at dusk, in an open-sided Land Rover well-stocked with wine and liquor. Upon returning to the lodge, the walinzi (night watchmen) would lead us to the clubhouse at the windy crag of Mughwango Hill, where a multi-course Italian dinner would be served under an intermittent shower of meteors. Canopied under this cloudless sky the color of midnight, you will sometimes hear—if you’re lucky—the guttural moan of a wandering lioness, as if the ghost of George and Joy Adamson’s Elsa still haunted the savannah into which she was released. After two spine-crunching hours on highways that have seen better days, and a quick stopover at Isiolo, a sleepy backwater town where the men chewed on miraa (a herbal amphetamine), I finally arrived at the east gate of Shaba, a 59,000-acre reserve where the reality show Surivor: Africa was shot 10 years ago. As my driver left the Land Rover to pay the entrance fee at the ranger’s station, I played a game with a few persistent locals, mostly children, who were peddling all manner of trinkets, necklaces, and carved animal figurines outside my window. “I will buy something if you can guess which country I’m from,” I declared, as the crowd, their faces pressed against the glass, gathered around the jeep like a friendly mob. They couldn’t, even with my clues. When I pacified their growing frustration by shouting “Philippines!” they erupted in laughter, still puzzled perhaps by the odd provenance of this passing stranger. In Shaba, the equatorial sun doesn’t so much shine as strike. But its Martian landscape, unchanged for thousands of years, ANIMAL HOUSE Top right: A Maasai woman outside her manyatta in the Mara North Conservancy. Opposite, clockwise from top left: A cheetah, fresh off a kill, in the Maasai Mara; a Meru road sign; a Topi antelope in Shaba; an elephant grazing the Mara plains; a picturesque watering hole in parched Shaba; a male lion roars outside Elephant Pepper Camp. makes up for the blistering heat. In this trek through the Ewaso Nyiro River’s unforparched corner of Kenya’s northern frontier, giving gorge: a daredevil’s playground of prednot far from Ethiopia, the Pleistocene Era en- ators, abandoned poachers’ caves, and poisonjoys a kind of eternal life: the volcanic moun- ous plants that can render a man blind. tain ranges of Bodich and Ol Kanjo swoop up Together with my guide, John Ebukutt, theatrically from the savannah, where rust- and an armed game scout in military fatigue colored boulders the size of buses (“Whatever you do, don’t run,” are scattered on the red earth like he warned me), we trudged cauforgotten dinosaur eggs. tiously through the steep ochre For this second leg of the safari, wall of the ravine, the river’s F RO M BA N K E R S I was lodged at Joy’s Camp, a lowchocolate-brown waters surgTO B U S H M E N key “glamping” resort. In the late ing 40 feet below us, until we 1970s, Joy Adamson called this clawed our way down to a sanremote corner of the reserve her dy beach, where we could make home. It was then a ramshackle out the spoor of freshwater Nile of tables and chairs, paint brushes crocodiles and the footprints of and paper where she wrote her fibaboons. nal book, The Queen of Shaba, and At the flat crown of the canwas mysteriously murdered in the yon, we came face-to-face with summer of 1980. A concrete cairn, the prehistoric panorama of No one knows African just behind the camp, marks the Shaba: a sweeping, grandstand safaris better than Filipino spot where she was slain. view of Creation, the kind one investment bankers Jose If you’re looking for isolation— imagines God might have had “Litlit” Cortes and Victor a real selling point for seasoned on the third day. Even in the “Binky” Dizon, founders safari-goers—Joy’s Camp is the blinding haze of high noon, it of Asia to Africa Safaris place to find it. Managed by Wilwas possible to imagine what (3/F, Lapanday Center, lem Dolleman and Francien van it must have looked like in the 2263 Pasong Tamo Ext., de Vijver, an eco-conscious Dutch beginning. Makati; 812-2728; atoasafaris. couple in their late twenties, the com), the region’s first and camp is made of up 10 tented The story goes that only safari specialists with when John Galliano, the dissuites, all designed around an exheadquarters in Manila, graced British fashion designer, otic Moorish theme inspired by Hong Kong, and Singapore. first set foot on Elephant Pepthe local Boran tribe. Together with managing per—a traditional campsite in The main dining tent, a Medpartner Shy Perez-Sala, the beating heart of the bush— iterranean-style oasis with a they’ve arranged thousands his jaw dropped upon catching springwater swimming pool, of unforgettable, tailor-made sight of his “suite.” overlooks a veritable Garden of trips for Filipinos since 2002. Canopied under a grove of Eden—a lush green plain with a “Africa has always been an pepper trees where vervet monlarge natural spring where lions, elusive dream for Filipino keys played and fought, and reticulated giraffes, and elephants travelers,” says Cortez, garrisoned by a row of Maasai vie for watering rights with buffaformerly of Barclays Capital tribesmen clad in shuka blanlo, Beisa oryx, and zebras. and JP Morgan Chase. “At kets, was a bare-bones canvas To truly appreciate the volAsia to Africa, we hand-hold tent with a backyard unlike any canic terrain of Shaba, you must them through the process other: the game-rich grasslands confront nature on your own feet. of planning this trip of of the Maasai Mara, Kenya’s Instead of a game drive on my fia lifetime.” most famous wildlife reserve. nal day, I opted for a treacherous rogue.ph JUly 2012 127 In this parched corner of Kenya’s northern frontier, not far from Ethiopia, the Pleistocene Era enjoys a kind of eternal life. PARKS AND RECREATION A Joy's Camp jeep parked at a hilly summit of Shaba. Opposite, clockwise from top left: Fruit bowl and glassbead curtain detail at Joy's Camp; an antique gramophone at Elephant Pepper; Elsa's Kopje's infinity pool, suspension bridge, four-poster bed, and private house; Joy's Camp guide John serving cocktails; a bush breakfast at Meru. The witnesses I spoke to couldn’t confirm whether Galliano raised his sculpted eyebrows in delight or disbelief. But for most first-time guests at Elephant Pepper Camp, the third and final leg of my Kenyan safari, it’s usually a mix of both. With limited mobile phone access, no generators (twelve solar panels power the entire site, when needed), no permanent structures (mindful of their eco-footprint, everything is completely mobile), and an unfenced location inhabited by all creatures wild and free, Elephant Pepper Camp offers what most five-star African lodges cannot: an opportunity to experience Kenya in its age of innocence. The Mara, once the world’s most popular playground for hunters and poachers, was where this European pastime of game-viewing began in the 19th century. In those days, when well-heeled Westerners with a sense of adventure went on “safari” (the Swahili word K E N YA JOY'S CAMP ELSA’S KOPJE Mt. Kenya ELEPHANT PEPPER NAIROBI for “journey”), it meant long, treacherous nights on horse-drawn caravans with a huge contingent of staff and crew ready to pitch a tent and prepare a campfire come nightfall. When I arrived during the waning days of Kenya’s blistering summer, under billowing clouds pregnant with rain, I realized just how easy it was for writers like Hemingway or Huxley to wax romantic about those halcyon days of the hunt. Gone, of course, were the crackling sounds of rifles being fired in the air and the constant drumming of hoofbeats in the red dirt. As I sat under a ceiling of stars, enjoying my cold glass of Tusker beer over the campfire, there was only the deafening silence of the night, interrupted only by a falcon’s contact call in the distance or the deep-throated roar of a lion. The old-fashioned charm of this 20-yearold mobile camp is its accommodations. Linked together by hurricane lamps and marked footpaths in the forest, each of the eight canvas tents consist of a queen-sized bed, an en-suite bathroom (with a wash basin, bucket shower, and eco-friendly flush toilet), and a private veranda with a hammock perfect for noontime naps between game drives. Game drives are the highlight of any safari in the Mara, a savannah so flat, leveled, and free of obstruction that it offers camera- and binocular-friendly views of the big cats, wildebeests, zebras, giraffes, gazelles, and spotted hyenas on parade. I can still recall the inimitable thrill I felt when I witnessed my first kill. On a clearing close to the Leopard Gorge, my guide Stanley Kipkoske called my attention to a cheetah rustling like a ravenous predator through the grass, her gaze directed at a helpless prey: a baby Thomson’s gazelle that had strayed away from its pack. A panicked barking, like alarm bells, erupted from the herd, a futile attempt to warn the wayward fawn of an impending attack. My telephoto lens closely followed the action from stalk, to chase, to kill. In the blink of an eye, it was all over. The predator, her mouth firmly locked on the bleeding neck of its prey, grew increasingly paranoid as a flock of vultures began circling overhead in a ritualistic dance of death. “The law of the jungle,” Stanley said as I sat motionless at the edge of my seat. In this wild, primitive corner of Africa, a land before time where man stills seems beholden to the beasts of a bygone world, nature—and not much else—puts on the greatest show on earth. • Safari Camping In the Kenya Savannah ELSA’S KOPJE JOY’S CAMP ELEPHANT PEPPER WHERE: Meru National Park LODGING: 9 elegant, open-faced WHERE: Shaba National Reserve LODGING: 10 en-suite tents WHERE: Maasai Mara LODGING: 7 canvas tents with FILMING LOCATION: The FILMING LOCATION: Survivor: FILMING LOCATION: The safari AWARDS: Included in Condé AWARDS:Travel Weekly’s “Best cottages with killer views 1966 hit movie Born Free AWARDS: “The World’s Coolest Pool” by The Daily Telegraph furnished in chic Borana style Africa was shot in the reserve Nast Traveller’s 2007 Hot List traditional bucket showers scenes of Out of Africa Authentic Camping Experience” WHEN TO GO: The best time to view Kenya’s wildlife is during the dry seasons from January to March and from June to October. GETTING THERE: Asia to Africa Safaris (812-2728; atoasafaris.com) specializes in organizing tailor-made safaris to Africa from the Philippines. WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW: Philippine passport holders can obtain a 90-day Kenya tourist visa ($50) upon arrival at Nairobi. 128 JUly 2012 rogue.ph rogue.ph JUly 2012 129