The Standard

Imagine yourself driving through a million-strong army of beasts. As you admire their tanned coats gleaming resplendently in the sun, you but chant along to the interminable grunt “gnu, gnu, gnu…” from which the beasts get their name.

Read more about the experience at Leopard Hill while trailing the Great Migration.

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