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In the summer of 2006, the rains had gone down and many people enjoyed the warmth that came with the biting sun. My family counted losses from the death of many animals that drowned to the loss of residence due to floods. There was very little flicker of hope. I was excited because I knew I shall finally visit uncle Timbo in Matapato, several miles from my home. Every passing day was like a dream approaching dawn and was extremely anxious about the forthcoming adventure. I hoped to see for myself the lilies of matapato plains, the huge elephants of Amboseli and the ever mysterious eunoto ceremony that was ripe for the new generation. Anxiety was taking the better part of me. Uncle Timbo have been the darling of our home. He has the qualities of a confidant but also a mystery in his abilities. He has been an army man commanding a big battalion. Hehas fought in the great Vietnamese war under the auspices of the United nations and will always amaze us with his stories of sheer survival at the war front. Infact, one time he told us how they ran out of supplies when the enemy troops surounded their camp for weeks and putting them completely from their sources and they survived on rodents and wild snakes! The trip was ofcourse a great relief from home chores that were breaking my back. However, this is not what excited me most. The thought of travelling by bus through the dense forest of the Amboseli game reserve blew my mind. I can't imagine the proximity of us and animals without hurting! In the second day of July my little brother and I left for Matapato. Each one of us clutched a small bag containing personal items as well as cowrie shells as gifts for uncle Timbo.hardly had we started the journey than Timoo began to snoar. I enjoyed every bit.