As soon as we jumped out of the plane in Meru Peter, Helga and I glanced over at each other wryly; you could feel the heat. The ground was cracked open, the grass was almost non-existent and the trees were foliageless! Wow what a difference from the Mara. There was moisture in the air though. There couldn’t be rain around, not in Meru of all places surely?! Even our pilot confidently said ‘I’ll bet you a crate of beer it does not rain over the next four days’. Well, you would not believe but it rained and not just lightly. Meru needed it so badly that we could not complain, well to be honest we had no reason to complain as not one of our game drives was affected and the wildlife viewing was incredible – the best I have ever seen it.