Our first entrance into “The Land of A Thousand Hills” was somewhat bitter-sweet as the visa man invited us to stay forever, while his self-important colleague manning the boom gate clearly wasn’t that exited about letting us into his country. Accidentally speaking Swahili to a grumpy gate operator in a country where Swahili is not spoken didn’t seem to help matters either and it was only our unwavering sparkly smiles which eventually got the boom lifted. Thankfully Jon and Ingrid had gone ahead with less bureaucracy to deal with having an East African registered vehicle, so it was with immense gratitude that we read their text message just as we began our assault on Rwandan roads: they drive on the other side! Something team Bumblebee only discovered after sensing potential danger and pulling off the road to observe other vehicles. It was a rough 3hrs going to Kigali driving on the windy road through the endless hills, on the wrong side of the road, while trying to dodge hundreds of cyclists and pedestrians lining the side of the narrow road without any concern for potentially getting run over – Rwanda is one of the most densely populated countries in Africa. We could seriously have done with some UNHCR vehicles to drive some fear into them! The slow going did however give us the opportunity to appreciate the endless terraced hills of our 7th country and Drew managed to snap some great photos of country life in
The slow progress meant that we arrived in
Needless to say there wasn’t one happy face when we met in the parking lot the next morning, the green light thankfully having been put to bed, but our ears were now ringing with the traffic noises we were forced to endure the previous night when it sounded like we had rolled our mattresses out onto the highway. After attempting to draw money and finding a breakfast that suited everyone’s needs, we finally left
The lush hills continued as we wound our way along the dust track to Bwindi Impenetrable forest, the Ugandan territory of the Virungus which cover DRC and Rwanda as well and are home to the last 700 mountain gorillas in the world. We arrived at our campsite perched on a hill with breathtaking views of the hills and valleys that make up the forest at 4pm, exhausted and thoroughly grumpy, so we all retired to our respective tents to sleep back our personalities. Thankfully personalities were somewhat restored by the time we were woken up by beating drums and singing children – our pre-dinner entertainment by the village charity group to show us where our $500 gorilla permit money was spent in terms of community education and projects. Their enthusiasm certainly made the soup and crackers we would be living off for the next year seem worthwhile.
D-day had finally arrived, a day I had been looking forward to since first laying eyes on the gorillas in a magazine in a doctor’s waiting room when I was a lot less close to 30. The campsite provided us with a hearty breakfast before we headed out to the starting point for what Jon and Ingrid hoped would be a meandering stroll, and the rest of us a heart hammering training session for Kili.
It turned out to be a compromise because just as we started descending our third jungly hill, the going quite treacherous without a path and wet vegetation resulting in a descent more on the skins of our backsides than the soles of our shoes, our guide told us to put down our walking sticks and backpacks; we were going in. It turned out that we had actually walked straight passed a blackback (young male) leisurely enjoying the strenuous life of mountain gorilla-hood on his back, legs up, sucking on a green shoot and completely unperturbed by our presence. It was incredible to finally behold what could only be a missing member of the Kark family, but when he let our a lengthy bubbly fart, confirming his membership of the Kark dynasty, the guide decided it was time to move on to less flatulent members of the group and we all agreed. Slipping a little further down the lush hill, the rangers parted the dense foliage for us, and bit by bit, parts of other gorillas started to reveal themselves. A silverback was peacefully munching on his all day buffet while a few young ones were playing in the foliage and trees just above, one overrating his agility and nearly becoming Drew’s hat for the day. As the 6 others in our group made their way with camera shutters clattering away like the paparazzi to where another silverback was trying to get some sleep while two younger ones played around him, Shaun and I sat back with silverback number 1 just to allow the jungle sounds and the moment sink in. I got brave and sidled in a little closer for a photo but when Shaun’s eyes grew larger and he told me not to move, I glanced back and saw the silverback coming straight towards me. So I did exactly what I was told not to and beat a hasty retreat to behind Shaun, rating my 50/50 chance of survival much better! After all, I only had to outrun Shaun. Thankfully we weren’t on the menu and he just stood on all 4’s watching us and finally moves slowly away to the cover of the thick forest. When we joined the rest of the group, we were entertained by the baby causing trouble with the older male and found himself rewarded with a whack. The younger male was far more interested in watching us, and found a particular interest in Ingrid’s yellow gloves. As she was lying watching the antics, he came forward and gingerly touched her gloves and then sniffed his fingers repeatedly, intrigued by these different coloured hands. In his defebse, they did look a bit odd, even to the rest of us. It was an absolutely incredible moment but before we knew it, our hour with the gorillas was up and it was time to hike back up the mountain.
Our time with the family had sadly come to an end as we all headed back to
And then there was 2! A freezer full of meat, an ammo box full of tins and a dirty battered car was all that was left to remind us of our whirlwind tour and glimpses back into luxury. Mentally we needed to get out of
So we headed north to Gisenyi, also on
Now when Shaun and I see a bulge in the earth, for some reason we feel compelled to climb it, the volcanoes here being no exception. So we chose the highest one that could be climbed in one day – 3711m – to start our much needed training for Kili and to kick start our much needed diet to get rid of the tubes of blubber that happily settled around our midriffs with all the 5 course meals we were forced to endure. It was a solid uphill climb on a path that was often washed away, which made going rather tough. I also decided once more to pat a stinging nettle lovingly somewhere near Diane Fossey’s grave but thankfully it was only on my hand so my pants could remain where they were this time, and I could secretly blow on my stinging welts without alerting anyone to my stupidity! Apart from ear shattering heart rates, the climb did offer breathtaking views of the valleys below and the other 4 volcanoes that make up the park. We stepped in loads of gorilla crap while hiking in Diane Fossey’s back yard but unfortunately didn’t see any in the dense jungle which eventually gave way to alpine forest just before our summit at the Crater Lake, ending our time in
Our stubbornness rewarded us with an insight into