Africa means looking at animals: the Queen Elizabeth National Park is a seemingly conflict-free experience space for wealthy safari tourists. I'm passing through. And soon get restless.
In the inaccessible Rwenzori mountains in Uganda, one of the last glaciers in Africa protrudes from the tropical forest. The exploration of this mystical world is depriving, especially with almost no calories. Seven days in the wild.
"I'm going to tour the island tomorrow. There's a medicine man there who might be able to help you with your broken ankle, "says Andrew, adding that there's also a stopover in a mountain village whose inhabitants brew their own beer. A possible pseudo-medical cure for my damaged foot and home-made beer? I do not have to think long.
This has been my dream ever since I saw "Gorillas in the Mist" - now I was there, in the dense jungle of Uganda, looking for the powerful muscle limbs with the gentle gaze.
We have not had a cornfield, but the African wilderness. Is also much cooler for camping, I think. You are so close to nature. Laughing hyenas and roaring lions - all this takes on a whole other dimension in a tent.
Uganda is still in its infancy for tourists. It all feels so real.
No patched, friendly conversations to then a self-carved zebra or a bookend in giraffe form for sale.
There is meaningful volunteer work and there is pointless volunteer work. The overpainting of school walls against money I think at least questionable.
Africa is commonly considered hot and dangerous. First impressions confirm: Yes, but.
I'm lazy. So lazy that I do not write anything about the very relaxing days on an island in Lake Bunyonyi in southern Uganda, save my new energy and just pop some photos in front of you.