By Franklin K. OduorThe journey all the way is essentially uphill, and you begin with a light assent which increases gradually as you move upwards. After passing all settlement areas, it will not be long before you enter the rainforest zone, and here you come across hardwoods of all variety, size and shape in addition to being exceptionally tranquil and cool as little sunshine reaches the ground due to the canopies and tree shades.
The road passes between trees on both sides, but at this level you will only find animals such as monkeys and dik-diks unless you are travelling in the evening when you might come across anything from a leopard to a buffalo or elephant. I was fortunate to see all of these animals on my first trip, and I will briefly describe my encounter with each: the leopard, as stealth as always, disappeared before we could see it, and all we could find were paw prints upon which we were advised to stay inside the car. The buffaloes we met were grazing at the lodge and they seemed calmer than their domesticated counterparts called cattle, and as we passed by them on foot some of our members even ventured to touch them.
Our cook had the rare chance of finding a buffalo skull complete with the twisted horns, which he proudly held high for all to see while grinning like an overweight wrestler after winning a match unfairly. It was his souvenir, nonetheless, and there being little wildlife legislation at the time he took it home to hang in his sitting room after the manner of Theodore Roosevelt - I however suspect that his wife threw it away in no time. The elephants (which I couldn't see at first as it was at night and there wasn't any light in the area except the beams from our headlights which the driver had at the time dimmed) stood resolutely blocking the road on our way back, and the little headlamp light shone on the legs of one of the bulls as they stood in a file across the road, and its body gave the impression of an unusual portico with a blocky wrinkled gable.
As we stood waiting for them to move, I saw someone on a motorbike manoeuvring between their legs, and after reaching the other side he fired a light that made the brutes walk away, arrogantly, tyrannically. He then sped down the road and we saw no more of him, and I presumed that if that wasn't a daring ranger then he must have indeed been Captain America.
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