It’s not easy seeing the Masai Mara on horseback, says Charles Moore – but it’s also impossible to forget
On the third day, we left our original camp to ride 30 miles to the next. There were 15 of us, including our leader Tristan Voorspuy and two Masai grooms. We had all gathered for a moment in a salt-lick when a dik-dik, one of the smallest of the African antelopes, shot out from a bush under our feet.
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