I landed in Africa in the early evening of 16 June 2012. It's a poignant moment in personal history equal as an event to my arrival in the Americas by ship in the early nineties of the last century. The first scenes are somewhat iconic for the continent: huge traffic jams, no traffic rules whatsoever and cops pulling motorists over to ask for a little something. The next day saw the crew gearing up for the long North-bound trek. We loaded the trucks and off we went. The ride was rough but the impressions on the way unforgettable. Truly, I'm in the right place at the right time. We arrived at our first base camp on the Laikipia plateau near Mount Kenya close to midnight and staked out our tents for the first time. I slept rather well that first night in the bush despite the symphony of animal sounds coming from all directions.
