Maasai Mara

This is the plain where the earth itself seems to move, a million wildebeest thundering across grass that stretches past the horizon, lions watching from the shade of an acacia. Mornings start with the low creak of a hot air balloon lifting into pink light. Evenings end around a fire, Maasai voices telling stories older than any map. It isn't a place you visit so much as one you're briefly let into. Come for the migration, stay for the silence after it passes.