Laid up at Lake Bunyonyi
Trip Start Dec 16, 2005
125Trip End Jun 12, 2006
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Think those banana pancake thingies I ate yesterday must have been a bit dodgy as I had a good case of the trots that morning! Not wanting to let a minor inconvenience interrupt my schedule I hiked the 1000 or so feet up to the Arcadia Hotel again and had an enjoyable breakfast on the patio while watching the sun coming over the hill behind me and hitting the lake down below. The terraced farmlands up on the sides of the surrounding hills was described by my book as High Atlas Mountains (Morocco) /Lord of the Rings type terracing. After returning down I grabbed my sun hat and some sunscreen and went to meet Jackson, the guy I had arranged to rent the canoe from the previous day. For the purpose of this journal we'll call him 'Jackson the Liar'! The canoe had a load of water in the bottom but Jackson assured me it was from recent rain and the boat did not leak. I was to find out it leaked like a sieve! This was an issue as I had to keep my bag at one end of the canoe to keep it dry - the canoe was too unstable for me to reach my bag so I couldn't get my sun hat, water or camera out of it for the time on the water. Missed out on some great photo opportunities of otters, kingfishers, lilac lilies and locals in their canoes!
Bunyonyi is supposedly 6500ft deep and was billed as the deepest lake in Uganda! I paddled out Bushara Island and by the time I got there I was so tired and lethargic I couldn't even muster the strength to walk around this pretty island! I drank a bottle of Krest and decided best head back to land as soon as possible before I deteriorated enough that I wouldn't be able to make it. I'd wondered why Jackson had asked for the money up front, after I return I told him what I though but he just kept smiling at me and asking if I wanted to do a guided walk or go and see some traditional dancers!
Back in camp it was all I could do to open a packet of rehydration salts add them to my water and try to force myself to drink them. For the next 4 hours I lay in the shade on the grass making moaning sounds from under my hat that was laid on top of my face. People must have wondered what the hell was the matter with me. The trots, followed by the hike and a day paddling out on the lake in the sunshine must have dehydrated me and given me a dose or heat exhaustion. At 6pm I decided a cold shower was the way forward, it really did the trick and after a plate of egg and chips I was feeling nearly human again. Managed to kick back in the bar and watch Nigeria Vs Ivory Coast and Egypt Vs Senegal so we're all set us up with an African Cup of Nations final on Friday of Ivory Coast and Egypt - can Egypt do it for a record 5th time?
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