Bwindi Impenetrable National Park, Uganda

I woke before dawn, too excited to sleep.  If all went well I’d be kicking off the New Year by high-fiving mountain gorillas.  Breakfast was mercifully quick, and Andrew and I left Kisoro just as the first sign of light appeared in the sky.  We needed to be at Bwindi’s Ruhija sector by 8:00am.  If we were late I wouldn’t be able to join the gorilla tracking group and my $500 permit would be forfeited.

The scenery between Kisoro and Bwindi Impenetrable National Park was beautiful – rugged hills covered with small farms – but the roads were unmarked, unpaved and very rough.   I assumed Andrew knew where we were headed, but I had to discard that assumption when he stopped to ask a small boy for directions.  The boy told us we’d taken a wrong turn and needed to go back.  But the dirt road, a single lane cut into the side of a steep hill, was too narrow for us to change directions.  We had to drive another ten minutes before Andrew could find enough space to turn around.  The day’s first wave of panic swept over me:  what if I’m too late?

 

Mountain Farming on the Way to Bwindi

 

Approaching Bwindi

   

After thirty stressful minutes Andrew began to see landmarks he recognized.  It was a close call but we made it to the Ruhija trekking center right at 8:00am.  While checking in I suffered a second wave of panic when the clerk asked for my passport.  Andrew had assured me that I only needed to bring hiking shoes, a rain jacket, and a lot of water.  “I didn’t bring my passport,” I said sheepishly.  The clerk complained to Andrew.

“You didn’t bring your passport?” Andrew said, flashing me a “What were you thinking?” look.

I told the clerk I knew all my passport information – number, date of issue, date of expiration, etc.  The clerk relaxed.  Given that I could provide all the data he needed to complete his paperwork, he let it slide that I couldn’t produce the passport itself.  But yikes…  A second close call.

There were five other tourists in my tracking group – a 50-year-old Dutch guy, a young couple from Canada, and a young couple from Brazil.  Everyone looked fit.  Our guide gave us a little background and explained the rules.  We’d be tracking the Nshongi group (sometimes spelled Shongi).  It was a relatively new group, habituated only two years ago.  It had 23 members, including three silverbacks.

The guide told us that it could take us anywhere from one to four hours of hiking to find the gorillas.  If we did find them we would only be allowed to stay in contact for one hour.  And we had to be prepared for the chance we might not be able to find them at all.  That possibility triggered a third wave of panic.  Can you imagine how frustrating it would be to come up empty after getting so close?  The guide tried to make us feel better:  “If we do not find the gorillas,” he said, “we will refund half of your permit fee.”  Some consolation!

The guide recommended that we each hire a porter.  Really?  A porter?  Each of us only carried a daypack with water, a sack lunch, a camera, and a rain jacket.  And we’d be out for 10 hours at the most.  The Brazilian couple, who had tracked a different gorilla group the day before, strongly agreed with the guide.  “The porters don’t just carry your backpack,” the Brazilian woman told us.  “They push and pull you up the hills.  They do everything.”  I have to admit they almost scared me into it.  But I came to my senses.  The Canadian couple and I took a pass on the porters.

I did, however, decide to use a walking stick – something I’d sneered at in the past.  It always seemed like more of a hassle than it was worth.  But wow, on that particular hike it made a huge difference to have that walking stick.  It was helpful almost constantly, and it saved me from a major wipe-out more than once.

The people who named Bwindi added the word “Impenetrable” for a reason.  It may be hyperbole – visitors are, after all, able to penetrate the park – but I’d never hiked through more hostile terrain.  I thought trekking in the jungles of the Bokeo Nature Reserve in Laos and Gunung Leuser National Park in Sumatra had been difficult, but Bwindi was worse.

Our hike started on a friendly, level trail.  But very quickly all signs of flat ground disappeared and we began to climb.  On treks I prefer to be at the very front or the very back, and at first I walked in the back with our guide.  Every now and then the guide used his mobile phone to check in with the trackers who had gone out before us.  So far the trackers hadn’t located the gorillas.  I began to worry.

 

Hiking through Bwindi

 

Bwindi Impenetrable Forest

 

Our Trekking Group in Bwindi

 

If we weren’t slogging through the mud we were trying our best to avoid stumbling over an unstable lattice of roots and plants that had been mashed down on the trail.  Without my walking stick I would have been on my butt more than my feet.   The humidity drained us.  Whenever the sun broke through the clouds the jungle began to steam.  Ants burrowed under our clothes and bit us.

The steepest inclines were usually covered with mud and we found it almost impossible to avoid slipping, especially going downhill.  Walking on top of the vegetation wasn’t much better – the rope-like tendrils tripped us, thorns cut us, and every now and then one of our legs slid through a hole in the net-like carpet of vegetation and plunged us up to our waist in a tangle of green.  Even the guides and trackers fell.  I found myself wondering how much worse it would be if it started raining.

 

Trackers Making a Path

 

A park ranger carrying an AK-47 hiked at the front of our group.  Deciding it would be a good idea to make friends with someone armed with an automatic weapon, I caught up to him and started a conversation.  His name was Abrahim (which he pronounced ah-brah-HEEM), and he said he’d been working in the park for 11 years.  I asked about his AK-47.  “Have you ever had to shoot it?”

“Yes, but only into the air,” he said.  “To frighten elephants.”

 

Abrahim with His AK-47

 

Abrahim Hiking through Bwindi

 

At the top of a hill Abrahim pointed to a steep downward slope in front of us.  “The gorillas are there,” he said.

“But the guide just told me the trackers haven’t found the gorillas yet.”

Abrahim smiled.  “I have been working in this park for many years.”

And he was right.  Thirty minutes later the trackers told the guide that they’d located the gorillas, right where Abrahim said they’d be.  By that time we were very near.  To close the remaining distance we had to hack our own trail through the brush.

 

Hiking through Bwindi Impenetrable National Park (Video)

 

The gorilla group moved down-slope as we tracked them and we had to hurry to catch up.  In a small clearing the guide halted and pointed:  a silverback.  Literally a sliver back – a large adult male faced away from us, his distinctive back clearly visible.  A cracking sound alerted us to another gorilla swinging from vines in a nearby tree.

 

Silverback

 

Gorilla in the Trees

 

The guide told us to drop our backpacks.  He said we were about to enter the group, and he instructed us to stay at least seven meters away from the gorillas at all times.  Hacking with their machetes, the trackers led us forward.  The vegetation was so thick we couldn’t see more than 10 feet in any direction.  And then we heard a loud grunt, very near.  The guide cut away some branches, revealing a dark shape in the sea of green.  A mountain gorilla so close we could see the individual flies buzzing around her head.

 

Gorilla Surrounded by Flies

 

We weren’t supposed to spend more than an hour with the gorillas, but the guide, ranger, and trackers let us stay for over 90 minutes, and the gorillas were often much closer than the seven meter limit.  Sometimes we spotted an individual gorilla, other times a small group of two or three.  The vegetation always blocked our view.  Often there was only a single angle for a clear photo, and inevitably the Dutch guy found that angle and stepped in front of me.

 

Gorilla Chewing a Leaf

 

Gorilla in the Jungle

 

Wild Mountain Gorilla Eating

 

Wild Mountain Gorilla Eating Leaves in Bwindi (Video)

 

For the first time on the trip I let my camera stress me out.  It’s common for travelers to claim that taking photos diminishes the quality of an experience, that if you’re taking photos you’re less there.  But for me, taking photos usually enhances my experience.  It helps me connect with the moment.

This time, though, my camera worked against me.  Our time with the gorillas was so limited that I put too much pressure on myself to get good shots.  And getting good shots was extremely difficult under the circumstances.  The gorillas were almost always hidden by plants and trees.  They moved fast.  It was too dark, thanks to the jungle canopy.  And my fellow trekkers wanted to get good photos, too.  If I stood in their way I felt guilty; if they stood in my way (as the Dutch guy always managed to do) I felt frustrated.

 

Gorilla Behind Branches

 

Wild Mountain Gorilla Eating Leaves

 

Mountain Gorilla Close-up in B&W

 

Wild Mountain Gorilla Taking a Rest

 

Still…  How incredible to be in the company of such unique animals.  We were able to get very close.  While I was shooting video of a blackback (an immature male whose back has not yet turned silver), he ran beside our group and passed within a few feet of one of the trackers.

 

Blackback Moving through the Jungle (Video)

 

Eventually our guide told us we had to leave.  The trackers had tried to find the dominant silverback, but he was nowhere to be seen.  We began heading back uphill when one of the trackers signaled to the guide that the “Big Boss” had just appeared nearby.  The dominant silverback had apparently decided to grant us an audience after all.

 

Nshongi Group’s Dominant Silverback

 

Close-up of Nshongi Group’s Dominant Silverback (Video)

 

We wished the silverback a Happy New Year and reluctantly left the group.  As the post-gorilla high wore off our thoughts began turning to the long haul in front of us.  It had taken us almost four hours to find the gorillas and we’d need just as much time to hike back.  We battled our way through the vegetation for an hour, stopped to eat our sack lunches, and then hit the trail again.  Eventually we noticed a line of dark clouds on the horizon.  “Is that heading our way?” I wondered.

A tapping sound in the trees above us answered my question.  We had less than a minute to put on our rain jackets before the sky released a tremendous downpour.  It rained for an hour.  Steep slopes that had already been muddy were transformed into jungle slip-and-slides.  None of us stayed upright for very long.  Our pants and boots quickly turned an identical shade of reddish-brown.

When we finally arrived back at the entry gate my tank might not have been completely empty, but there’s no question that the red warning light was blinking.  I was exhausted.  An experience like that is far more rewarding when you have to earn it, and we definitely earned it.  My legs were sore for the next three days.  It was a New Year’s Day I’ll never forget.

The next morning Andrew and I left Kisoro before dawn.  Clouds had blocked my view of the Virunga volcanoes when we first arrived, but that morning the massive volcanic cones were clearly visible.  As we drove up through the hills surrounding the town I had a chance to photograph that amazing landscape in the ever-changing morning light.

 

Virunga Volcanoes Before Sunrise

 

Virunga Volcanoes Sunrise Panorama

 

First Light on the Virunga Volcanoes