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... constantly moving. We soon find ourselves off the beaten track, literally bush bashing our way along steep mountain edges, amongst thick vines, bamboo and the dreaded stinging nettles. It was becoming ridiculous. About 2 hrs later we do see our first gorillas as we perch precariously, trying not to slide down the mountain we have just laboriously climbed. As soon as we reach them, they move on. We are not feeling the love and almost feel that they ...
... to see. Meandering our way through fields of pyrethrum, eucalypts and potato fields with the odd hydrangea here and there, we soon reach the wall that divides farmers from national park and wildlife, mainly gorillas, buffalo and elephants. The track turns very muddy, a little steep and think with vines, bamboo and stinging nettles. We reach our first gorillas after about an hour as one crashes through into an opening. The ...
... of this lake peaking out from mist just after sunrise, somewhere up a dirt road out of Mukamira. Sometimes life is pretty amazing.
I did make it to the distribution, by 11 am (I left at 5:30 am…) and somehow (and somewhat unsurprisingly), we had not yet started. In fact, we were not even close to ready. I’ll just say that not all partners are…. Actively willing to be available and accommodating… Sigh. So ...
... with the boys coming home from school. We said goodbye and shook hands with everyone except Kazungu to whom we gave a ride into his village school. It was amusing to watch the children gather around the car in stunned silence and watch Kazungu get out from between two Mzungus! The shock and awe on their open faces were so funny, we couldn’t help laughing. He’ll be a hero and the focus of attention for at least a short while.
... They cook outside. People tend to stay outside all day except for sleeping.
I felt a little weepy as we were leaving - sad for Latifa who had no parents, and sad for this family who lived in a hut made of mud and cow manure and sad for this nation that is trying so hard to move forward.
We made it back to the museum by 3:20, in time to pick up the gang and then wait for two hours for our Liberation day credentials.