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| Boarding the bush plane at Arusha Airport |
There are moments in life when the heart races, not out of fear but from the thrill of stepping into the unknown. June 24, 2017 was such a day for me. From the modest tarmac of Arusha Airport, I boarded a bush plane bound for the heart of the Serengeti. As the engine roared to life, so did my anticipation. I had seen photos, read stories — but nothing could prepare me for what was coming.
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| The view from above — excitement in the air |
The small aircraft soared above Ngorongoro’s rim, revealing endless plains, winding rivers, and scattered acacia trees below. I was flying into a dream — a land I’d only imagined, now unfolding under the shadow of the wing.
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| First sight of the Serengeti from above — vast, wild, and alive |
Upon landing at Seronera Airstrip — before its newer terminal replaced the humble structure I first stepped into — I was greeted by the warm air and even warmer smiles. My accommodation, Tanzania Bush Camps, wasn’t just a place to rest. It was a romantic outpost in the wild, nestled under the stars and whispering trees. For $300 a night, including three hearty meals, it was both luxurious and grounded in nature.
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| Inside Tanzania Bush Camps — a tented suite in the wilderness |
That first afternoon, I sat outside my tent with a bottle of water and a wide-open heart. Birds sang, wind danced across the golden grass, and somewhere nearby, a lion surely stirred. I wasn’t just visiting Serengeti — I was meeting a long-lost part of myself.
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| Resting outside after arrival — soaking in the sounds of the savannah |
In that moment, I wasn’t a tourist. I was a traveler, a dreamer — and this was only the beginning.
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