How young is too young to safari Loisaba and the Masai Mara with kids? Steve Backshall – naturalist, explorer and TV wildlife presenter – recently travelled to Kenya to put that to the test with his five year old son, Logan.

Steve Backshall and Logan, game drive, Loisaba Conservancy
The pride of lion gambol and frolic in front of us, cubs mere weeks old playing tug of war with the mum’s tail as the older cubs bat them with over-sized paws. They snarl, purr, and yawn, enjoying some family downtime from the daily grind of munching wildebeest. The group are tucked into a thicket of thorny vegetation, cautious, as one of their cubs was recently carried off and devoured by a predatory martial eagle. Beside me, my son is silent for the first time. What he sees is too much for him to process.

Sunset, Elewena Elephant Pepper Camp, Masai Mara
How young is too young for your first safari?
When I was around five or six I went on my first safari. I’m aware this sounds preposterously entitled, but my parents both worked for British Airways for over 40 years, and the job came with annual free flights. So we got a fortnight in Zimbabwe for less money than a trip to Blackpool, and the seeds of my love affair with Africa were sown!
Forty five years on I still remember it, right down to the names of the rangers who taught me my first tracking, and the sunburn scars that still dapple my shoulders. I believe, that one experience, was the springboard to my life spent with wildlife.
- Elephant family, Elewana Loisaba Lodo Springs
- Leopard, Elewana Loisaba Lodo Springs
A father and son safari is the highlight of my parenthood so far
This summer, with my wife Helen away training for the Paris Olympics, I found myself on full time daddy duty for two months. I wanted to take the kids for their first ever safari, but the twins – at three years old – were just too young. However, Logan my oldest, would have his fifth birthday in July. It was a gamble. Who knew how it would go? Would he be too young, impatient, overwhelmed, overawed, even bored? I decided that the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have that kind of one-on-one time before he started school outweighed the risks. So I called Nana, offloaded the twins and what followed turned out to be my highlight of fatherhood so far.

Reticulated Giraffe, Loisaba Conservancy game drive
Choose your destination and safari company with care
Normally I relish organising things like this myself, but with stakes so high I was taking no chances. I needed experience on the ground of places that could work for young kids; the antithesis of any expedition I’d organised before. The safari could not involve days with 10-hour game drives, spotting distant animals. It needed to be interactive. We had to be able to get out of the vehicles and physically do things on foot. We needed to trace our fingertips in lion footprints, smell the secretions of dikdik, and wake to the calls of the Go Away bird.

Logan with local guide, Elewana Elephant Pepper Camp, Masai Mara
Safari experts, Journeysmiths, recommend Loisaba and the Masai Mara with younger kids
A friend recommended Journeysmiths as a company who could get to grips with my very specific, and possibly weird, demands. Their suggestion was the Masai Mara in Kenya, which I know well, and a conservancy called Loisaba, which I didn’t know at all.
Logan and I set off from Heathrow full of expectation. I’d bought him classic safari khakis, including what he called his ‘Attenborough boots’, so he looked like a proper mini-me. And I’d trusted him with my battered old Swarowski binoculars, which in their day were worth as much as a second hand car. Was he the most overprepared four-year-old in history?

Elewana Loisaba Lodo Springs, Masai Mara, Kenya
Should you do a game drive with a grumpy five year old?
By the time we arrived at the Elewana Loisaba Lodo Springs camp, we’d been travelling for 20 hours. He was exhausted, grumpy and hungry. My instinct was not to push him to go straight out on a game drive. However, the glorious golden-hour light and abundant wildlife just wandering around camp made me chance my arm. We headed off in an open, high-sided safari vehicle, bumping over rutted roads which could rattle the fillings out of your teeth. Then, just minutes out of camp, a herd of elephants with young calves wandered right past the car, and I turned to Logan in wide-eyed excitement. He lay, eyes closed, mouth open, loudly snoring.

Logan hanging on Brown’s every word
Get ready for kids to fall in love with local guides
When he woke, it was to our local guide, ‘Brown’, jumping down to examine droppings and tracks in the roadside dirt. Logan started to read the story left behind by the animals. Brown had an easy smile, an unparalleled knowledge of flora and fauna, and a lovely calm way of explaining things and answering questions. Already Logan was limpeted to him, listening to everything he said as if it was sacred gospel. And, much as it tore at my heart to have someone else doing my job for me, I stood back and snapped photos; watching my boy bewitched, intoxicated by learning, by nature, by Africa.

Too tired to care, close up with hyena, Masai Mara
Just 10 minutes later, and we had followed the tracks to their source: a hyena den with two week old pups, wandering around their eyes barely opened, nosing up to us with curiosity as their parents looked on suspicious, but too tired to do anything about it.
As we revelled in the moment, impala started barking nearby, an alarm call. “Leopard,” Brown said. “There is a leopard there, we should go.” I raised an eyebrow. Really? They could be alarm calling at anything. And we had this amazing hyena experience right here. But OK, he was the local knowledge, so we went.

Room with a view, Elewana Loisaba Lodo Springs
Always listen to your local guide
Just minutes later, we were sat directly under a tree, with a leopard lounging in the branch right over our heads, devouring the still warm impala it had dragged up there. We’d missed the hunt by minutes. This was the first big test, would Logan be saddened, frightened or sickened by death, and the sight of blood? Instead, he seemed to get a year of life lessons all in that one experience. The circle of life right there; red in tooth and claw before him.
On the night of his fifth birthday, we stayed at Elewana Loisaba Star Beds, where they rolled our bed on wheels out under the stars. We fell asleep to the boisterous bellowing of hippo, and chuckling of hyena. Middle of the night and Logan shook me awake. The booming roar of lion was rattling around the hills, seemingly just metres away. As we lay there thrilling to the most awesome sound in the world, shooting stars coursed across the firmament, and we felt as if we’d woken in the pages of a Wilbur Smith paperback.