Mud, mud, mud….and a bit of hail and a long, long way to trek…we are finally back in (sort of) civilization (=a place where they serve beer) after hiking eight days into the midst of the heart of Africa. It all started in Kilembe, a small Ugandan mining town, derelict since Idi Amin ‘s regime and only recently revitalized by the Chinese (yet another mine in Africa they have taken over). Due to a very random flight path of our bush plane, which saw us visiting half of Uganda before ending at our final destination, we only started hiking in the afternoon – a delay with consequences, as the sky in the Rwenzoris tends to relieve itself of all possible weight by the latest of 2pm…. we walked straight into a massive thunderstorm, with floods, hail and torrential rain….try crossing a big river in that conditions… well, we did it and continued up the mountain, into a fauna that could be straight out of a fantasy novel – “shire” meets “avatar” – an abundance in green, mosses everywhere, giant ferns and heathers… and higher up countless huge (=4m+) senecias and lobelias. We were just waiting for an Ewok to come round the corner! And the mud – thats a total different story. Did I talk about gumboots in my last blog? Well, I would say you haven’t been in mud until you are stuck knee-deep, for hour after hour! What a pleasure it was to be on firm ground in the end again.
Breaking two World Records on crutches!
This morning the post brought an unexpected surprise: Two certificates acknowledging Esther and myself as new Guinness World Record (GWR) holders. A little summer project – visiting the major...