Good Friday at Good Hope

We hope everyone had a wonderful Easter this year!  To celebrate and take advantage of the bank holidays, David and I headed south to Cape Town.

Though we were travelling from the top of Europe to the bottom of Africa, the flight was not bad.  We were able to fly direct on a BA 747 (my first time on a double-decker plane!) and the time difference between London and Cape Town is only one-hour.  So we ended up getting 8 hours of sleep on the 11 hour flight, waking up refreshed in South Africa when we landed at 9:00 Friday morning.

Instead of taking it easy that first day, we hit the ground running, or should I say hiking.  On Friday afternoon, David and I decided to climb to the top of Table Mountain via the India Venster route.  We wanted to do something a bit more adventurous than the tourist trail, Platteklip Gorge, but I don’t think we really knew quite what we were getting ourselves into… 

We’d read reviews of the route and knew it would be a bit steep, so we hired a mountain guide, and we were glad we did!  Our first indication that India Venster was no joke came as we landed and were chatting with the man in the seat next to us on the plane.  When I told him our plans for the day, he replied, ‘Oh, you two must be rock climbers.’  Uh, what?  Then our cab driver from the airport to the hotel told us that one of his charges died from a fall on India Venster a couple of years ago.  Ohmygosh!  What had we gotten ourselves into?

The trail started off easy enough directly under the cable car.  Hendre, our guide, was full of energy and enthusiasm.  She began hiking up the rock steps through Phase I at a pretty fast pace, and only later, when we finished in two hours instead of the recommended three and a half, did I realize how fast we were going.  After the first section, we took a breather and then the three of us split off to India Venster on the right, while all of the hikers behind us headed to the Gorge.

During Phase II, we began scrambling up boulders to get higher and higher.  At the end of this unit, Hendre pointed to a group of people dangling off the side of the mountain above us and stated, ‘That’s where we’re headed next!’  David turned around and asked me, ‘What did you sign us up for?!’  But it was too late to turn back at that point.  We had climbed too far and we were too scared to try going back down.

It was terrifying at some parts, but Hendre was an excellent guide and helped us through all of the difficult parts.  She told us exactly where to place our hands and legs, and even made foot-holds for us when there were none.

When we finally reached the summit, we felt so accomplished.  We had made fun of the lazy people taking the cable car up the mountain, but by the time we got to the top, we were begging Hendre to let us take it back down.  And she agreed! 

I love how the foot indicating the trail is painted straight-up on this rock.  Who do they think we are, Spiderman?

David and I had never used staples or chains before, but we were so glad they were there.  Looking back at the description of the trail now, I realize it does specify Grade B scrambling.  Because I didn’t know what that was at the time, I ignored it when I signed us up.  Oops! 

The view from the top of Table Mountain was stunning.  And the view from the cable car going back down was even better! 

When we got to the top, the wind was blowing the clouds up over the mountain, and then dissipating before hitting the city below.  South Africans call this cloud-bank the ‘tablecloth.’

That evening, we had dinner with our friends, Laura and Kelli.  We joked that Laura was stalking us because she just happened to be in Cape Town during the same weekend (just like in Iceland).  We found out a couple of days before we left that not only were she and Kelli on the same BA flight, too, but they were also staying at the Westin at the V&A Waterfront.  What a coincidence!

Laura found a great restaurant called the Harbor House on the V&A Waterfront.  I knew I would be getting my fair share of seafood while in Cape Town, so I opted for the beef fillet that night.  David and Laura had the yellowtail and Kelli chose the prawns. 

Too many prawns! 

I couldn’t believe she finished that entire plate (with some help from the rest of us).  For dessert, we couldn’t decide, so we ordered the lemon tart with a caramelized sugar crust, the dark chocolate terrine, and the yogurt panna cotta to share.

All of the food in South Africa was amazing.  Of course, being on the water, seafood dominated every menu, but the variations were so great that we never got bored. 

The Westin had a huge breakfast buffet every morning featuring a waffle station, bread and pastry table, hot options like potato rosti and bacon and eggs, an Asian section with noodles and sushi, and a smoothie bar.  I thought it was even better than the Maldives, but David said that was blasphemy. 

The evening after Harbour House, we had dinner at Baia, one of the best seafood restaurants in Cape Town.  We split a lobster and asparagus starter and then David had baby Kingklip (that turned out to be one big baby!) as his main.  As it’s currently Fall in South Africa, I had the pear and Roquefort salad and butternut squash soup with sage butter, parmesan, and pine nuts. 

For Easter dinner, we ate at Panama Jack’s.  Our driver, Riaz, made the recommendation, but warned us that the location is a bit strange.  As we drove to the waterfront and had to pass through security, we realized the restaurant is in the dockyard.  Situated between cargo crates and heavy machinery, the restaurant is a favorite with locals, including the shipyard workers, and tourists alike.

I started our Easter meal off with vegetarian spring rolls, while David had an oyster shooter with tequila and hot sauce.  You know, a typical Easter Sunday meal…  

David chose his own lobster from the tank and it was served with rice and a trio of sauces, while I had the lobster saganaki – marinated with Indian spices and pan fried with garlic before being topped off with feta and cilantro.

Sushi is also hugely popular in Cape Town and the surrounding areas.  During our tour of the Cape of Good Hope, we had lunch at the Two Oceans Restaurant at Cape Point.  We weren’t expecting much, as that area is so touristy, but Two Oceans was a pleasant surprise.  We had rainbow rolls, shrimp tempura with peanut sauce, and shrimp with special mayo.   Then we split a platter of Mozambique langoustines with warm lemon butter.

Our final meal was at Willoughby & Co., a trendy restaurant actually inside the mall at the V&A.  As we were waiting in line to be seated we were offered free glasses of local wine.  For our last meal, I had the shrimp gyoza and a couple of rolls, but David had finally reached his seafood threshold and ordered the steak marinated in teriyaki sauce with skewered veggies. 

As a testament to how delicious every meal was, I came back to London to discover I had gained three pounds while on holiday!  Eek!  (But it was worth it.)

The food wasn’t the only great culinary experience.  On Saturday, we had planned a relaxing day in wine country.  We didn’t want to drive, as we knew we would be drinking a lot of wine, so we went with a small group of people through a tour British Airways organized.  The group consisted of us, our driver, Ivan, a couple from Sweden and France, and a family from Israel.

South Africa’s wine country is made up of beautiful farmland just outside Cape Town.  Bordered by lush mountains, the farms are in the traditional Dutch style and date back to the early 19th century.  I told David as we were driving through the area that you could drop me in the middle of one of these vineyards or quaint towns and I wouldn’t know whether I was in Napa or Cape Town. 

Our first stop was Zevenwacht just outside Stellenbosch.  As we pulled up around 10:00, the tasting room was full of winos, enjoying their glasses with a breakfast of cheese and crackers. 

The pours were not samples by any definition.  They were full-on glasses of wine.  And the prices were incredible.  For $2, we were offered a sample of 5 wines.  And for $5, we were offered a sample of 9 wines.  That’s 9 glasses of wine for $5!  Unbelievable!  David and I ended up buying two bottles later in the day, along with some cherry-flavored dark chocolates and the total price came out to $11.  $11!

From Zevenwacht, we drove to Stellenbosch and strolled through the picturesque town, window-shopping and taking photos.  Then we drove to Franschhoek for lunch at an outdoor pizzeria featuring live music.  After eating, we walked through the Saturday market set up in the churchyard, before heading to our next winery.

On the way to Paarl, we passed Victor Verster Prison, where Nelson Mandela was held under house arrest during the last fourteen months of his imprisonment.  Unfortunately, during our trip, we did not have time to visit Robben Island, but we urge anyone going to Cape Town to book your ferry tickets in advance.  The tours are currently being conducted by former political prisoners, so the opportunity to hear the stories first-hand and see the prison with them is not to be missed.

In Paarl, we stopped at Laborie, where David and I purchased a bottle of white and a bottle of rose.  The sauvignon blanc was delicious, and really refreshing as the day was starting to heat up.  Fall in South Africa is like Fall in Texas – it doesn’t actually get that cold. 

Then it was off to Marianne, where they pair their wines with biltong, or jerky.  They offered springbok, kudu, and beef.  

I was hesitant to try the local meats, especially the springbok (it’s the national animal of South Africa, for goodness sake)!

But actually, kudu was my favorite, even more so than beef!

And finally, we made our last stop at Vergenoegd, a family-owned winery that also breeds show ducks.  I didn’t even know that show ducks were a thing, but their signature wine is called Running Duck and is shipped all over the world.  Every morning, they run the ducks through the rows and rows of vines as a natural pest control.  The grounds were beautiful, and we were glad that we had taken a day to relax and see some of the countryside.

Gorillas in the Mist

The main reason for visiting Uganda was the chance to track apes – the chimpanzees and gorillas.

While we spent the majority of our time at Queen Elizabeth National Park on game drives or viewing the wildlife around the Kazinga Channel, we did spend one morning tracking chimps in the Kyambura Gorge.

The Kyambura Gorge is 16 km long and 100 meters deep, carved out of the landscape by the Kyambura River.  It is home to two dozen habituated chimpanzees, which means that the chimps have had contact with man and will carry on with their daily lives even in the presence of humans.  They are known as the lost apes, because this is the only area of QENP containing primates.  All other chimps have moved on to other areas of Uganda, like the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest or Kigale National Park.

We arrived at Kyambura at 8AM to be briefed by a ranger before beginning our descent into the gorge.  While we were on our way to the entrance, we just happened to stumble upon a chimp picking fruit from a tree along the top of the ridge!  And nearby, we spotted a group of Black and White Colobus monkeys.  Even though we knew that it would be difficult to find only a handful of chimps in the massive gorge, we were hopeful once we saw that one.  Little did we know that Kyambura translates to, 'I searched, but I could not find.'

Before starting the hike, we had been warned it would be tough, but feasible.  After meeting our ranger, scout, and protector (a woman named Dina carrying a very large gun), we made our way carefully to the edge of the gorge, where we were met with a set of very steep steps leading into the darkness below. 

Here, five people on the trek immediately gave up and got back inside their vehicles.  The hike down into the gorge was just too steep for them.  David, who I must remind you is afraid of heights, bravely led the charge and was the first down into the gorge.  I followed, with Karen behind me.  And honestly, that was one of the easiest parts of the day.

We spent three hours in the ravine, and the hike was treacherous.  We crawled over and under fallen trees, balanced precariously on tiny ledges overlooking a sheer drop to the rocky river below, and held on for dear life to roots as we climbed up out of the gorge.  Poor Karen thought she had her balance at one point, but lost it, and began to slide down the hill on hands and knees.  Luckily there was a sweet German woman behind her, who grabbed her bum, and pushed her up.  David, meanwhile, had been standing at the top laughing hysterically at her.  What a good son!  But no, he really did help her every other step of the way.  I had already made it to the top with the scout (I found running up easier than taking slow, unsure steps).  When Karen emerged covered in mud, I couldn’t help but exclaim, ‘Ohmygosh what happened to you?!’

Thank goodness we didn't need to cross this bridge!

And after all of that, we did not see a single chimp apart from the one before we started our hike.  But we looked on the bright side – 1) we were on vacation in Uganda, 2) we had just spent three hours hiking in beautiful terrain covered in lush greenery, and 3) we were lucky to see one chimp having its breakfast at the top of the rim.

We were not lucky on our last day in QENP as we drove from Ishasha to Bwindi Impenetrable Forest, either.  We did not find any tree-climbing lions in Ishasha.  In fact, the lions hadn’t been spotted for days.  But again, we played the Glad Game – 1) we were on vacation in Uganda surrounded by stunning scenery, 2) we saw plenty of lions at QENP, including two males together (practically unheard of), 3) we saw lots of other animals at Ishasha like hippos, monkeys, and topi, and 4) we weren’t kidnapped or killed by any radicals from the DRC as we enjoyed our lunch at the border!

We knew that we would have better luck at the Impenetrable Forest.  Unlike the chimps, tourists are guaranteed to see the gorillas.  It may take fourteen hours, but the Uganda Wildlife Association has a fail-proof system in place.

First, there are specific families of gorillas in the forest that are habituated.  They can tolerate small groups of people (each trek has a max of 8 participants) around them for up to an hour each day.  Once a family is found, trackers mark the area with their handheld GPS devices.  The next morning, two hours before the group of tourists starts their trek, trackers are sent to the location marked on the GPS from the day before.  Once they reach the area, they use their amazing tracking skills and machetes to get through the forest to find the gorilla’s nest from the night before (as gorillas are stationary during the night).  And from the nest, they follow the current day’s track.  Meanwhile, the tourists are hours behind but catching up fast.  As gorillas can travel many, many miles in the course of one day, it’s hard to tell how long it will take to track them down – anywhere from a couple of hours to fourteen hours!

There are less than 1,000 mountain gorillas left in the wild, and they live only in central Africa, in the forests of Uganda, Rwanda, and the Congo.  A limited number of tracking permits are given out each year, and the prices are increasing.  Our one-day permit was $500/person but in Rwanda, they are currently $750/person, so we knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

As we made the five-hour journey from Ishasha to Bwindi, we felt that the forest truly was impenetrable.  We drove for hours along dirt roads, swerving to avoid potholes, and literally hitting a cow to move it out of the way.

The scenery began to change from barren African savannah to rich, dark forests and hillsides dotted with tea and coffee plantations.  Finally, we arrived in Bwindi and the Buhoma Lodge.

Gorgeous views of the tea plantations bordering the forest

The lodge is located inside the Impenetrable Forest and prides itself in its sustainability.  The electricity is run off of solar panels, and there are no outlets in any of the rooms.  The food was excellent, and is sourced from the local area.  We felt like we were living a Swiss Family Robinson lifestyle in our very own treehouse!

After a tour of our digs, we walked through the village to meet the locals and purchase some homemade crafts.  We were accompanied on our stroll by the native vervet monkeys.

The generosity of the American people never fails to impress me.  During our first day in Uganda, we heard that Disney’s Animal Kingdom donated two rhinos to the Ziwa sanctuary.  Later, we learned that elephant trenches around Ishasha (to protect crops from elephants) had been sponsored by both Disney and Busch Gardens.  And while driving through larger cities like Kampala and Entebbe, we couldn’t help but notice the HIV / AIDS awareness billboards paid for by US-sponsored programs.

In Bwindi, we met workers at the local hospital that was started by a doctor from California.  Dr. Kellermann and his wife visited Uganda in 2000, and immediately realized that there was a huge need for a local community hospital.  So they returned home, sold their practice, and moved to Uganda to start the Bwindi Community Hospital.

One of the highlights of the trip was visiting the Bwindi Orphanage, which began much like the hospital – by a visiting couple from Sedona, Arizona who started the 501(c)(3) to aid the local children.

Every day after school, the children come together to sing and dance, and share their stories.  David, Karen, and I went to Thursday evening’s performance and met some very special children.  They were full of energy and joy, and so happy to meet a few Muzungu.

The children performed a welcome dance with a few solos, a traditional wedding dance where two boys fought over the bride (which included showing off for the camera), and a gorilla dance. 

After a really special evening in town and a wonderful dinner back at the lodge, it was early to bed because our gorilla trek was fast approaching!

The morning of the big day, we were all well awake before our wake-up calls at 6:30.  I don’t think the three of us slept at all on Thursday night because we were so excited! 

Because there are no phones or TVs in the rooms, we were gently woken up with coffee and tea in bed, delivered to us by the staff of the lodge.

The misty morning gave way to a clear day

From there, we had breakfast in the dining room and filled our backpacks with our lunch boxes and water bottles, also prepared by the attentive staff at Buhoma Lodge.

After an hour-long briefing with the Uganda Wildlife Authority (UWA), we met our guide, Obed.  We learned that we would be tracking the Habinyanja gorilla family that day.  We were so excited when we learned that the Habinyanja have over 20 gorillas, including many young, and one baby.  We met the other hikers in our group – a couple from France, a couple of Iranian Canadians, and a girl from the UK that was in Uganda doing charity work but taking a day off to trek.

Finished with orientation and ready to begin our hike!

Some of the more interesting things learned during our overview with the UWA were:

-   The Habinyanja family has one silverback patriarch, Makara, and he is feisty.  He is a grumpy old gorilla (about 35 years old), and he loves to charge humans to show them who’s boss.  At this point, I got scared.

-   If Makara did charge us, we were to crouch down and remain absolutely still to show him his dominance.  Again, no running allowed.  We didn’t want to become moving targets.

-   No flash on cameras was allowed.  And if we had to sneeze or cough, we had to stifle it and turn our heads.  We were not allowed to make any loud noise while looking directly at a gorilla.

-   We had to remain 7 meters away from the gorillas, but that wasn’t really realistic as the gorillas approach the humans themselves.  Again, if this happened, we were to remain perfectly still.

-   The family would most likely know when our hour with them was up, and at this time, they would probably get up and walk away.  Those gorillas are mighty smart because that is exactly what happened.

So after scaring the hell out of us, it was time to meet our protection rangers, Ignatius and Robin.  Ignatius led the group upfront with his AK-47 while Robin took the back of the pack, also with an AK-47.  They were there to protect us from other humans, like the Congolese and poachers, not the gorillas.

And then there were the porters.  For $15, we were encouraged to hire a porter to carry our backpack and help us up and down the mountain.  At first, I didn’t think we’d need help, but after the chimp trek, we agreed to gladly pay for some extra assistance.  And our porter, a pygmy called Fred, earned every dollar (and then some, as he received a large tip from Karen).

Pygmies were driven out of the forest in the early 90’s when it became a National Park, so this is a way for Fred to return to his homeland each day.  The porters are amazing.  They wear huge wellies to get through the mud, across the rivers, and deep into the forest.  For $300, they will carry someone up the mountain and back down again to see the gorillas.  This gives literally everyone, from the disabled to the elderly, an opportunity to see the endangered gorillas.  I honestly don’t know how they do it because that hike was hard.

We started at a quick pace up the hill into a tea plantation.  From the plantation, we crossed a steep ledge (I also don’t know how the plantation workers pick all of that tea by hand without sliding down the mountain) into the forest.

Once in the forest, it was easier to grip onto trees and roots to get around, but there were definitely a few times when I was thankful that Fred was there to push me up a hill or hold my hand down another.  Some areas were so steep that I had to slide down on my backside.

After two hours, Obed got a call on his radio from the trackers.  They had found the Habinyanja’s nest from Thursday night and were on the current day’s trail.  After another hour, we got the call that the trackers had found the gorillas! 

So it was time to go off of the path and deeper into the woods.  This was by far the hardest part of the walk, so Ignatius and Robin got out their machetes to clear a path for us.  We all fell multiple times, getting snarled in vines, but Fred was always there to help us up and carry us forward.

After another hour, we began to hear the gorillas around us!  We kept climbing higher until a gorilla ran right in front of us!  It came up to Ignatius, got in his face, and then ran off.  I was too busy paying attention to the ground and my footing, so I missed it.  David remarked, ‘Be glad you didn’t see that because it was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!  That gorilla was huge!’

A few minutes later, we found the trackers.  They were resting in the bush, and pointed out the gorillas below us.  We were instructed to leave our packs and walking sticks with our porters.  We would be going the rest of the way on our own with just the rangers and trackers.

As we began to approach the family, Makara appeared and began to charge at us.  It was so hard to remain still when my body was screaming at me to run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.  The worst part was Makara whooping as he was running.  That sound was terrifying.

Holly, the Iranian Canadian, was so brave.  She kept getting closer and closer, aiming for the best photo possible.  After about 10 minutes of continuously charging us to exert his dominance, Makara finally gave up and took a nap under a tree.

I went all Blair Witch Project in this video (sorry for the f-bomb, Grandma)!

A female with her two young came to lie beside him, and the babies alternated between resting and rough-housing.  The youngest one, a male about 18 months, stayed awake during the entire hour and entertained us with his tree-climbing.  He was very young, so just beginning to learn to climb.  And he was so adorable.  He would fall and the silverback would look up and grunt, but then he’d get right back up again.  He climbed all over Makara and the female.  And meanwhile, there were multiple other gorillas in the trees around us.  We were completely surrounded.

At the 56-minute mark, Makara got up and began to walk away.  I was astonished that his internal clock was virtually on time with our allotted hour.  Obed said to us, ‘C’mon, we still have 4 minutes.  Let’s follow him a bit.’  The silverback was having none of that, so he charged us one last time.  I guess that was his way of saying goodbye, or, ‘Get the hell out of here, Obed.  I’ll see you again tomorrow!’

Even though I was nervous and afraid for much of the hour, I still really enjoyed meeting the Habinyanjas.  Our up-close and personal encounter with the gorillas was a remarkable experience.  It’s so important to continue to visit and study the mountain gorillas to ensure their survival. 

This trip to Africa was so much more than just a safari.  We spent much of the week on-foot, trekking through the forests to find primates and across the savannah hoping not to run into an angry buffalo.  Or on a boat or our Land Cruiser seeking out elephants and lions and Nile crocodiles, and driving through villages to meet outgoing, friendly Ugandans.  It was a true African adventure and something that we will never forget!

Muzungu on the Kazinga

After an amazing journey across Tanzania a couple of years ago, David and I could not wait to get back to Africa!  We wanted to do something a bit different the next time around, and when John and Michelle returned from Uganda raving about their experience, we knew just what to do!  So we booked a week-long package with Matoke Tours and invited David’s mom to come along, too.

When the three of us arrived at Entebbe on Saturday night, we were greeted by the sights and sounds of Africa – car horns blaring, people selling street food to the late-night crowds, and goats and cattle complaining while being herded through the unmarked streets.

Through the organized chaos, we located our guide, Robert.  Or as I heard him introduce himself, Robot.  I really should have thought a second longer before answering back, ‘Oh Robot?  My name’s Sarah!’  David was so embarrassed for me, and turned to silently mouth, ‘No.  RobERT.’  But on our last trip to Africa, our driver had a difficult local name to pronounce so he told us to call him Dynamite.  I thought Robert was doing something similar, but no.  His name is just Robert.  We laughed about that for the rest of the trip.

After driving for an hour, we spent a short night at the Emin Pasha Hotel in Kampala.  The hotel was a quiet oasis in the middle of a loud, busy city.  With a sparkling pool, open reception and dining areas, and mosquito nets around the beds, it was clean and comfortable.  We had a great breakfast early Sunday morning before heading to the Ziwa Rhino Sanctuary.

White rhinos were declared extinct in Uganda in 1983.  In 2005, conservative efforts resulted in the importation of 6 adult rhinos into Uganda, including a couple from Disney’s Animal Kingdom in Florida.  A few years later, Obama was born.  He was aptly named, as his father was Kenyan and his mother was American, and he made history for being the first rhino born in Uganda in more than 30 years.  Now Uganda is home to 16 rhinos – 2 in the Entebbe zoo and 14 in Ziwa, with another on the way this month!

We were privileged to meet 6 out of the 14.  The tour of the sanctuary was on-foot, so before heading out, we received strict instructions from our guide (also named Robot – I mean, Robert).  We started hiking and found the rhinos within just a few minutes.  Because of continued poaching problems in Africa, rangers live with the rhinos 24/7, so the team knew exactly where to find them.

As is typical with most families, the siblings paid their mother a visit on Sunday afternoon and decided to stay in the shade of her tree.  Rhinos are solitary creatures and once the children reach a certain age, they do not return to their mother, so we were fortunate to see a family unit together.

Once the rhino population reaches 30, a majority of the animals will be relocated back to their homeland near Murchison Falls.  Visiting the rhinos was a great way to learn more about these beautiful creatures and contribute towards their reintroduction into the wild.  

On Monday morning, we started our long drive to Queen Elizabeth National Park (QENP).  Our eyes were opened on this 8-hour cross-country trip.  In Uganda, the roads go through town after town after town, whereas in Tanzania, the roads between parks were mostly empty freeway.  So during our drives through Uganda, we were able to see what rural Africa is truly like.

From Pothole Pass to Clay Way to Speedbump Lane, it was evident the infrastructure in Uganda is lacking.  So when I say roads, I could really mean any path a car uses to get from Point A to B.

We saw anything and everything during our drives – a cow being skinned and butchered on the side of the road, children as young as three carrying heavy water buckets back from the town pump ALONE, motorcycles with goats in boxes strapped to the back, and taxi motorbikes carrying as many as the driver and three passengers. 

Bananas are very popular in Uganda, and bikes would be loaded down with 

them to carry from the plantations to the village markets

Karen and I were astonished when we learned that women in Uganda do not usually drive.  Not once did we see a female behind the wheel, but we saw plenty riding side-saddle on the back of a taxi motorbike.  We could only imagine going too fast over a speed bump and flying off.  And the craziest taxi motorbike of all?  Two women on the back of a taxi, one holding an infant and the other, a dead chicken.  I don’t think that’s kosher…

The women of Uganda impressed us all.  While the men worked hard carrying heavy goods on the backs of their bikes, the women carried them on their heads (and usually with a baby also strapped to their backs).  David was shamed when we got to our last lodge, and the porter (a woman) easily picked up our 50-lb suitcase, balanced it atop her head, and walked up two flights of stairs to deliver it to our room!

We were able to look past the poverty to discover that Uganda is a beautiful country, both the landscape and the people.  The sense of community and togetherness was evident in each town we visited.  Without technology like cell phones and computers, everyone seemed to spend their time outside together – socializing with their neighbors, playing soccer, and tilling the fields. 

Ugandans are also some of the friendliest people we have ever met on our travels.  As we drove through the country, almost every child we saw waved enthusiastically and shouted, ‘How are you, Muzungu?!’  We quickly learned that Muzungu is the Ugandan word for ‘whitey.’  It’s a term of endearment, but when literally translated, it means someone who roams around aimlessly, like a lost, white tourist.

Halfway through our journey, we stopped at Fort Portal, home to the King of Uganda’s palace and parliament.  We had a traditional lunch of bananas, g-nut sauce (peanut sauce, but not like the Thai version) with potatoes, and bean stew with rice and spicy chili sauce.

This is so random, but I noticed this billboard across from our table at lunch.  The model in this mobile phone ad is wearing the same reindeer leggings that I bought for myself this past Christmas!  I know for a fact that White Plum does not ship outside the US (as I tried to have my pair delivered to London with no success) so this must have been shot in America to look like a group of young Ugandans... false advertising!

After finishing our lunch, we drove a few more hours before arriving at QENP.  But before we could enter the park, we had to cross the equator.

David is in the Southern Hemisphere, Karen is on the equator, and I'm in the Northern Hemisphere

During our first game drive, David and I were shocked when the ranger accompanying us got out of the car to better see the lions in the distance.  Later, Robert instructed David to also get out of the car to get a better picture of a hippo crossing the road.  Hippos are wicked fast, so this probably should not have been allowed.  But with all of that freedom came added protection.  We were escorted by armed men and women nearly every day of the trip. 

In Ishasha, we were joined by a gun-toting man named Innocence on our drive through the park to find the tree-climbing lions.  As I was wondering why we needed a gun in the safety of our vehicle, Robert and Innocence pointed out that we would be having lunch at a scenic spot along the river, at the border of the Congo!  Innocence was there not only to protect us from the hippos in the river and any hungry lions that may wander into our camp, but also the Congolese militants across the border.

After a successful first game drive in QENP, where we spotted elephants, lions, cape buffalo, antelope, and warthogs, we arrived at the luxury tents we would be calling home for the next three days at Mweya Safari Lodge. 

The accommodations on this trip were amazing. I was a bit nervous to stay in a tent for three nights, but when we got to Mweya and saw it, I shut up. It was so Out of Africa. And the views across the Kazinga Channel were wonderful.

But the first night in the tent, I have to admit, I was scared.  We had decided to sleep with the door’s window-shade rolled up, so we could be woken by the sunrise the next morning.  But that night, heat lightning began flashing and a fierce windstorm blew through, rattling the flaps against the windows and shaking the tent.  The porch furniture scraped against the wood all night as it was moved along by the howling wind.  I kept imagining a hippo or family of elephants tearing through the tent, seeking shelter from the storm.  Every noise I heard, I swore was a lion looking for a midnight snack, ready to tear his claws into our room. 

We survived the night, and the two peaceful storm-free nights after that.  Tucked into our beds each evening, we could hear animals around us, and each morning after, we would wake up to find scat in our yard.

Between our morning game drives and afternoon boat safaris, we spent hours idling on our porch, watching the elephants wade in the water, listening to the hippos huff and puff, reading books, and jotting down notes of our trip so far.

Even though David and I had been on safari before, there were a host of new things to see in Uganda – such as a hippo strolling across the savannah and an albino hippo. 

We also saw elephants swimming in the channel.  While we’d seen them wading in watering holes in the past, we’d never actually seen them swimming. 

The elephants in Uganda are loud and proud!  In this video, we were driving down the road to our lodge and stopped to take some photos of a family having breakfast in the bush.  When the mother wanted to cross the street, she started to trumpet and didn’t stop – even as we drove away.  The best part is when she gets out into the road, begins to cross the street, and looks back at us as if to say, ‘That’s right, humans, outta my way!’

The elephants could also be very shy at times.  They would often walk away when people in cars or boats started to approach.  But when they didn’t think anyone was looking, they let loose.  One afternoon, David and I were watching them with our binoculars from our porch across the channel and a couple of young elephants began rough-housing in the water.  In this picture, the baby is completely upside down. 

If you look closely at the elephants in the center, you can see a young one completely upside down in the water, with its feet up in the air!

Along the Kazinga Channel that separates Lake Edward and Lake George, the elephant, cape buffalo, hippos, Nile crocodile, and baboons live harmoniously together.  They also live peacefully with the people from the fishing villages.  We wouldn’t dare go on-shore for fear of being met with a Nile crocodile or angry buffalo, but we saw plenty of boys pulling in their catch of the day next to a group of hippos, and we even saw a lone elephant strolling through the village on its way to get a drink of water from the channel.

Along with our new experiences, there were the usual sites:  lions lazing the day away in the tall grass, monkeys watching cars pass from the tops of trees, and newborn elephants sticking close to their mamas.

Uganda is also a bird-lovers paradise and we saw numerous brightly-colored winged creatures.  We aren’t even that into birds, but even we had to stop to admire them.  They would swarm around us any time we were outside, picking insects out of the air to eat.  And at night, the bats would fly around our porch looking for food.

Besides spending our downtime at Mweya Lodge viewing the wildlife from our porches, we were encouraged to take advantage of the local activities like yoga and nature walks.  David participated in his first-ever yoga class with me one afternoon, and the two of us braved a walk outside the lodge grounds another.  Karen was not into doing either, which was probably smart when it came to the walk.  Even on the grounds of the lodge, we saw mongoose foraging for beetles and running amuck, and a lonely warthog eating grass on the lawn.  So who knew what we would find down the road outside the safety of Mweya?  (But even Mweya wasn’t that safe – at night and in the early mornings while it was dark, we had to be driven from our tents to the dining room to avoid walking across a leopard or lion on the open grounds.)

But we went for a walk anyway.  When we began seeing large dung heaps along the road, I began to get nervous.  After about fifteen minutes, we found an old airstrip filled with waterbuck and warthogs.  The warthogs were much scarier up-close than in our Landcruiser.  Their heads and tusks are huge!  I was taking a picture of David when we heard a hippo or an elephant or a buffalo in the bush behind him.  Needless to say, both our hearts started racing.

Even though David was obviously nervous, he wanted to carry on.  I didn’t want to walk back by myself, so I stayed with him.  A couple of minutes later, David noticed some movement in the bush ahead and announced, ‘Ah, there’s a water buffalo right there!’  We had been warned to avoid lone buffalo because it meant they were ornery males cast out of the herd.  So we both immediately turned around and started speed-walking back to Mweya.  (David had learned his lesson after getting spooked by a rhino in Ziwa a couple of days before.  Instead of running this time and getting yelled at to avoid becoming a moving target, he calmly walked away.)

That was the last of our solo nature walks.

And this is the last of the blog.  Next up, the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest.