Rekero

A view to be reckoned with

 MASAI MARA SPECIAL 

AMANDA MARKS

Tribes Managing Director

This was our last full day in the Masai Mara.  After 12 nights of staying in some incredible places in the national reserve and the various private conservancies, we’d become used to being spoilt in terms of our rooms, the food, and the views.  Arriving at Rekero, I was a little underwhelmed. Certainly, the welcome was warm and friendly, but it lacked any obvious wow factor.

Oh, how wrong could I be!

We walked to the front of the main lounge/dining tent, and wham! It almost literally hit you in the face. From the new decking, a beautiful rocky stretch of the Talek River was framed by steep banks on either side, and a big tree with its fruits of hanging weaver bird nests provided perspective.

I could have happily stayed on the deck for a few days, but that wasn’t going to get us a sight of the migration. We knew it was a long shot as we were a little too early for the Serengeti migration to have reached the Mara yet (this was late June), but reports had been heard of some early groups crossing over to Kenya in the last few days. We had high hopes, and our guide Pius was the right man for the job.

In fact, luck was not on our side, but that really didn’t matter. We saw the group of 5 cheetahs, we met Scarface the lion and his family, we witnessed a roaring competition between Lipstick and other male lion, and we enjoyed watching the sun go down over the Mara as rain fell in the distance and smoke billowed from fires across the border in the Serengeti.

“Hundreds of zebras raced across the river as guests sat with their G&Ts in hand.”

We were walked back to our cosy tent by our Maasai guard, John. It wasn’t the largest tent I’ve slept in, but it was certainly one of the most comfortable, and I liked the proportions, the layout and the lighting. It worked. Dinner was excellent too. Hosted around a huge table, it was sociable, and the food was superb.

The next morning we decided to say goodbye to Pete and Stacey, the managers, very early, and head off with Pius, our bags ready for the flight, and a picnic breakfast. This way we could stay out in the wild until the very last moment.

We still didn’t see the migration, but that gives us the perfect excuse to come back to the Masai Mara, and Rekero, another time. I have no hesitation on either count.

PS:  On our return to the UK, I read on Facebook that later on the day we left hundreds of zebras crossed the river right in front of the camp. Now that’s what you call being in the thick of the action. Jealous? Moi?

 MASAI MARA SPECIAL 

Amanda Marks went to check out camps and lodges in the Masai Mara in June 2017. See her articles about other camps, and about safariing in the Mara: