Andy looked at her fondly, " Ah, it's ok, you'd make more photo opportunities when we are hiking, the wildlife is something else, so is the scenery! " He cast out his hand to the canyons on the horizon, they crossed and swirled like a tapestry, forming pictures and paintings. Trees and waterfalls dotted the canyons like specks of paint, and the abandoned lodges specked the areas. " We will be crossing the main canyons, mesas and forests, aswell as the plateu you can't see, yet. Trust me, the sunset here is something to die for, it makes the place look like a big, orange desert with golden-leaved trees and rivers of silver. ' He gazed dreamily on the horizon as if waiting for the sun to set. But snapped back in as a few birds broke the view, as well as the fat bloke behind him babbling on.<br/><br/>He jolted around and assured him with " Do you really think bug spray will ward off a packa' angry giant chameleons? Or beavers with carapaced shells? Or hedgehogs with poison to match a king cobra? Or anything that aint a lump of wings and eyes? "