The days that passed were difficult – I feel like the rain didn't let up, and the wind whipped at our clothes, but the evening stories became a tradition. Fellow travelers who had previously lagged behind began to open up: someone would start a story, someone would translate for me, and others would add to it. Sometimes it would develop into a more lively discussion – I suspect over a difference of opinion about some detail in the narrative. Some of the stories were about the same character. I hope I haven't mixed up more than one story...

"In a rainy land where the grass gleamed like silver and the air was moist and warm, there lived a boy named Kamari. He was not only known for his care for animals, but also a mysterious child whose eyes always regarded the world with reverence. His parents, a blacksmith and a huntress, taught him that every step in the forest was significant. "Do not kill needlessly, do not discourage the land, do not betray the animals," his mother would say as she carried him to the fields where they witnessed cold winds and warm suns. Kamari listened, but his heart was drawn not only to the animals — it was drawn to the secrets of the forest, hidden behind the leaves and in the rain.

One day, when the rain had evaporated from the air and the grass seemed to glow in the sun, Kamari set out in search of the bull who's mother died in a stream. Ever since, Kamari has carried within himself a concern for saving animals in need. In the forest, among trees that looked like enormous capitals, he encountered a snake.

The snake sat on a stone that looked like a green slab, its body gleaming like gold in the sun. Kamari stopped, disoriented. The snake looked at him curiously, and said: "You will find the bull, but only if you allow me to ask why you are looking for him in the rain".

Kamari smiled, but he was not confused. "I want to save him because his mother died in the stream," he replied, his voice like the murmur of the wind.

The snake began to laugh loudly, its voice sounding like the murmur of rain. "You will find the bull, but only if you pass on to it the same gesture you pass on to me."

Kamari realized that the snake wasn't just an animal. It was a spirit teaching him that life wasn't just about acquisition - it was about devotion. The snake raised its tail, as if telling him that every step in the forest had meaning.

Kamari pondered. What did "the same gesture" mean? He remembered how, once, as a child, he had conveyed warmth and respect to the animals, but now it was different. The snake spoke of a spiritual connection, of how even animals have their secrets that must be understood, not just perceived.

When he found bull and returned to the village, people reported that the snake was a spirit that protected animals, and Kamari became a legend about how respect can transform a person into a hero. In his eyes, every step in the forest was not just a chase, but also a trail that connected man to nature.

In later years, Kamari was no longer just a hunter. He became a protector who passed on his care for animals, and his tales of the snake and the bull became legends that endured in the hearts of people who knew that life wasn't just about acquisition — it was about giving.

In a rainy land where the grass gleamed like silver, his name was spoken with respect, and his story a reminder that even in the deepest mysteries of nature, respect can transform a person into a hero."

During the trip, I learned a few useful things from my guides – how to build a fire that will burn all night, build fences that will make noise if someone walks through them, and how to keep yourself safe in the field. I learned some interesting facts about the local flora and fauna. It promises to be a busy and interesting few days, even if nothing out of the ordinary happens.

Tomorrow we will reach the place where the guides will leave me, and my mind is still filled with questions – what awaits me after I am left alone?