I've been lucky enough to experience the thrill of gliding over herds of buffalo and wildebeest in Tanzania's Western Serengeti. When your eyes are used to scanning the horizon for wildlife on safari, it's strange to be looking down instead. Having spent the days before with my head stuck out of the top of a safari vehicle identifying every living thing I could see, I had begun to fancy myself as an expert game spotter. I could even tell the difference between a Thomson and Grant's and gazelle, and did not hesitate to differentiate a Hartebeest from a Topi.
Leaning over the balloon basket, I yelled "warthog, at 11 o'clock!!" only to find it was in fact a wildebeest. I identified buffalo as hippos, elephants as buffalo, and failed to figure out what was a path made by millions of hooves, and what was the main park road. Despite this, I had one of the most incredible hours of my life up there in the air. Listening to the birds and hippos and just marveling at how incredibly beautiful the Serengeti is.