Wednesday 7th August.It seems I have landed a most opportune day to write the journal entry for very little happened.  That is not to say however that it was a boring day.  Emotions were high when we departed Ahero Pastoral Centre for the last time and adrenaline was pumping as bags were hurled on top of the minibus.  Callum displayed heroic Tetris playing abilities by almost single-handedly loading up the back of the bus with computer units.  It was poetry in motion, like watching the prima ballerina on opening night.The scenery as we moved south and east changed significantly from flat plains with rice to rolling hills which were very green and covered in trees protecting attractive, expansive tea plantations.  The bus suffered a minor hiccup with the fan belt but as always, wherever one breaks down there is someone on hand to offer assistance.  After five minutes Driver John was on the back of a motor bike with a kind hearted local back to the previous town to retrieve another fan belt, and within the amount of time it takes the Dens Park XI to slot 5 past a dumb-founded opposition we were back on the road.  We arrived in Narok around 16:00 to the Africa Hope hostel. It could not have been better, and the warm showers and comfortable mattresses provided welcome respite from a long journey.  I must admit I was feeling a bit worse for wear today and the previous night is something I will not go into.  A dark dark place.  I would not have made it down for tea had the team not kindly collected outside my room to provide a rousing rendition of Old MacDonald which had me springing out of bed right into my boots and cart-wheeling down to the canteen.This has gone on far longer than my planned “Drove from Ahero to Narok” entry so I will sign off and let Jon and Callum narrate our inspiring and unforgettable day at the Masai Mara on the 8th.Good times. Mr MacDonald.