Event planners normally go to great lengths to ensure that attendees remember the event for a long time. It’s not easy to stand out on a cold night by creating an atmosphere. Giving participants something to remember, such as a t-shirt or a key chain, can help them remember the event (Marketing Zen). We didn’t need any special gifts for our trip to Tram Safari. We were the organizers, for starters. Second, the activities simply enhanced the evening.
Under the three layers of clothing I had on, I was shivering as planned. The night was bitterly cold. A chilly breeze rushed through my nostrils thanks to a strong storm. I felt some fluids dropping from both eyes and my nose. However, I had been waiting for this day, and I was prepared to weather all the odds. Besides, the prospect of meeting some of the most fantastic creatures of the region made all of us to bear the cold. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was approaching a quarter to ten. We still had more than one hour ahead of us. My parents are always cautious about me spending a night away from home. I had expected a tug of war trying to convince them. However, I was surprised that they never objected. Even though Dad was to accept, he never protested. Mom objected neither. Before setting off for the park, she ensured that I had everything that was necessary for the event, as she imagined. I took my backpack having two jumpers and some snacks. Soon, Bill and Jack arrived, and we left for the group that was already waiting. It was on a Wednesday, the twenty-second day of March.
The group was an interesting one. We were ten members, four girls, and five boys. Each one dressed in a manner they felt was fit for the occasion. At exactly twenty minutes past five, we set off for Tram Safari, an animal park that offers both night and day services. Soon, stories began to flow one after another. We talked and joked about every topic imaginable, from classwork to family issues to upcoming soccer fixtures. We mused over the possibility of encountering a stray beast. We also deliberated over what we would take for the night for our stomachs. Bill suggested that we take an early dinner at a restaurant that was just a few miles from our resident.
As usual, the restaurant was already buzzing with many activities. People were coming and leaving, sometimes in singles, at times in groups. We found two tables that were vacant, and we occupied them. Soon, my mind began lingering over the variety of people in the place. They were of different races, sizes, and ages. Sitting on the table opposite to ours was a couple advanced in years. They sipped their coffee alternately in a rhythmic fashion. For a while, I found my eyes transfixed at them that I did not realize when my plate arrived. For an instant observer, the pair appeared to be expressing some indifference toward each other. However, as my eyes peered through, I saw sweet smiles hidden under wrinkled faces. They had a calm disposition, and a genuine endearment toward each other emerged through their cheeks. The gray hair and the creases on their skin were no obstacles to the love of their youth.
As I observed the glow of affection that their faces emitted, I could not stop idealizing the day I will see Mom and Dad having such moments together. I am already turning twenty. I have never taken interest to bond with girls, and my parents have significantly contributed to my status. Sometimes I fantasize over the possibility of starting a relationship. However, when I think of my folks, such thoughts simply find escape routes probably through the fissures of my skull. Dad and Mom barely agree on anything, leave alone setting time to enjoy some happy moments. Even though they boast of a relationship of over 22 years, their marriage is just surviving not thriving. Hardly a day passes without them arguing over some issue. They often clash even over small matters like deciding on what I should put on or we should have for breakfast.
Anyway, back to our journey. As soon as we were through with dinner, we set off for the park. The night was cold, as we had expected. However, Mom had ensured that I took necessary precautions against the disastrous effects of night weather. Soon, we were walking on the road the led to the park.
A gatekeeper warmly welcomed and directed us to a guide who explained to us the terms of stay. He also told us of the different meals that they offered. However, since we had had our dinner, we opted just for some hot coffee to warm the cold night. The guide took us through the different zones of the park showed us some of the best scenes. The views were pleasant. It was interesting to listen to him exploring the distinctive features of each creature. We traversed changing landscapes and different vegetation. Our ears listened to sounds of chirping insects, rushing waters, and occasional calls from various animals. The sight of a maned lion in his closure that almost took the breath out of me. Immediately he saw us he rose as if to charge toward us. I felt blood rush through my veins. This was not a feeling I had not felt before. However, the accelerating amplified the sensations fear, only to realize how enjoyable it was to watch the beast struggling to escape his prison. Just then, it hit us that the clock was ticking a few minutes to 11.00. After warming ourselves on some fire that we had lit, we set off for our return journey. I had imagined that we would have a great night. The experiences excelled my expectations.
Seven Ways to Make an Event More Memorable. Marketing Zen. Marketing Zen, March 5, 2010. Web. April 5, 2017.
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