Along the bending hillside road, we encounter several groups of Maasai – women carrying water back to the settlements, children with sticks herding cows, teenage boys roving the countryside all dressed in black with fearsome white face paint, or young men – warriors – all dressed in red with their hair characteristically knotted and carrying spears. When our vehicle approaches, most of them – certainly all of the boys – start jumping up and down on the spot until we’ve passed by. What a peculiar greeting! Daniel explains that although the jumping is rooted in Maasai tradition, they’re hoping to attract our attention, make us stop to look, and then ask for money in exchange for photographs. Then, beyond another set of hills, the vast Serengeti plains suddenly begin. It’s grass, grass, grass, all the way to the horizon. In the next two hours, the dusty road, the tall grass, and an occasional vehicle is pretty much all we see. Then we reach a large kopje, the peak of a subterranean mountain sticking up out of the soil. This particular kopje – Naabi Hill – serves as the entrance gate to the national park. Here, we gladly get out and stretch our legs for a bit. Daniel takes us on a short walk to the top of the kopje, from where we get a splendid, very colorful view of the yellow savannah contrasting sharply with an impossibly blue sky.