African Safari Adventures. Thomas Walsh

per person for a visa. Outside customs we met Charles our driver and guide for our stay in Uganda and Rwanda.

      Charles was average height and build with a very black complexion. He was about 40 years old. Charles spoke English perfectly with a very soft voice like many black Africans we encountered. He had a warm smile and friendly disposition. We felt very comfortable with him almost immediately. Charles is a member of the Baganda tribe the largest ethnic group in Uganda. He was with the Volcanoes Safari guide company. His assignment was to take us to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Uganda then drive us back to Rwanda to link up with Steve and Nancy at Volcanoes National Park to see the mountain gorillas.

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      Charles drove a large Land Rover safari car. It had two passenger bench seats with open hatches above them. You could stand on the seats and look in any direction, great for viewing wildlife. Before we headed out I told Charles that we needed to stop at a liquor store to buy some wine. My brother and his wife drink beer and we drink wine so the only solution was to BYOB. I could tell that Charles thought the request was a little odd, but he managed to find a store that sold wine on the outskirts of Kigali. We bought a few bottles of South African wine for us and some beer for our hosts. Then we got on the road to Uganda.

      Travel by road in Africa can be very problematic. Often there are no roads where you want to go so air travel is the only alternative. When there are roads they become difficult and hazardous as soon as you leave a major city. The distance from Kigali to Rukungiri, Uganda, where my brother and his wife were stationed, was only about 120 miles but it took over 4 hours driving time, not including a stop for lunch. Shortly after we left Kigali the asphalt disappeared and it was a dirt road. Charles had to frequently zigzag across the road to avoid pot holes that would have broken an axle on the safari car. You can just imagine what it must be like in the rainy season. The scenery was lush, and rich in color and varied topography. But, despite all the bouncing around, dodging potholes and wonderful scenery Lee and I struggled to stay awake as jet lag and the demands of the journey caught up with us.

      A little more than half way to Rukungiri, Charles drove into the town of Kabale a crossroads in southwestern Uganda. The main street was a few blocks long with a smattering of banks and stores. We turned left up a hill to a hotel perched at the top overlooking the town. The White Horse Inn is a throwback to the British colonial era. It looks and feels like an English country inn with a sprawling lawn cascading down the hillside. We enjoyed a simple lunch on the patio. It was interesting to watch several gardeners cutting the grass by hand with machetes. I guess labor was cheaper than buying a gas powered lawn mower.

      The further we drove into Uganda the more the scenery changed to smaller hills and rolling countryside from the steep and tall mountains of Rwanda. After another two hours of snapping our necks as we jerked awake from the bouncing of the car we finally arrived at the outskirts of Rukungiri. Charles drove up to the entrance gate of a compound that was the Karoli Lwanga Hospital Nyakibale where my brother and sister-in-law were volunteers. Three days and 10,000 miles – we made it!

      Uganda regional map

      White Horse Inn, Kabale, Uganda