The main event for this
part of our holiday was trekking the mountain gorillas in the misty
hills of Rwanda, near a small town called Musanze. On our way to
Musanze, we visited the genocide memorial, which was quite the eye
opener, considering the genocide in Rwanda was only 19 years ago.
Horrific to think about how such an event can occur in the modern era
in which we live.
We set off, first in a
car, and then a walk, and the weather wasn't kind, with low lying
mist/fog reducing visibility to about, 10m and rain. Fortunately by
the time we got out of the car to start our trek, the weather had
cleared up a little. Our trek took us predominantly uphill for about
two hours, the first hour of the trek, the path was very, very muddy,
with mud up to about a foot deep in places. The next hour, we
traversed fields of stinging nettle which we learnt pretty quickly
could still get our legs through our mud stained trousers.
All the mud and all the
nettles were well worth the trouble when we arrived. The experience
we had was nothing short of sensational. The family of gorillas
seemed to care little of our presence, which at times was within a
metre or two of the gorillas, and played and ate while we took lots
of photos and videos. The babies would play with each other, climbing
trees and jumping onto their parents from the tree, tackling each
other in a big rollie-pollie down the mountain. Meanwhile, the big
silverbacks were keeping a watchful eye on all the activities as well
as us. The leader beat his barrel like chest a few times to assert
his dominance, which produced a very deep drumming noise that I can't
really describe sufficiently to capture its impact.
After a little over an
hour of observation and photos, it was time to go. The way down was a
little easier as the sun had come out and dried the path, just a
little bit but enough to help progress. At the end of the trek, our
shoes were unrecognisable from the mud coating they had and our pants
were covered in mud up to our knees. Our legs and hands were stinging
from the nettles but it was all worth it because it was an experience
like no other I've ever had (or possibly ever likely to experience
again).