We went down to the edge of the river and broke out into teams. There were two groups who wanted to do grade five rafting, but I, the six mad men and one mad woman all managed to get into the same boat and we made it clear that we wanted to go extreme.
After a few hours drive we reached the equator between the south and north hemispheres. It is a personal peeve that the road that crosses the equator does not cross it at a right angle. No one else seemed to understand my complaint or even why I had an issue at all with the fact.
We had another early morning, and had to remember how to take down our tents, as it had been a few days. It was a few hours drive to Lake Mburo, but on arrival we were welcomed by a monkey at the gate watching us whist lounging on a tree limb.
The rules for seeing Gorillas are very strict. There were four families in the area we were going to, each family could be seen by one group of a maximum of eight people per day. For one hour. Four of the original five people on the tour were in the same Gorilla family, and the fifth person was able to change with a very nice newbie so the original group could stay together.
We more or less spent the whole day travelling again, but after a few hours we stopped at a tea plantation to have a quick look, the dew was still on the leaves and it was a sea of green being harvested.
Another 6am departure to start the day, we collected up the other sixteen people who were joining our group and had a sausage based breakfast before I curled up on the truck, using my beanbag tripod for a pillow for an extra couple of hours sleep to get over the Safari induced hangover from the night before….
We set off at 6am, having gotten up at 5, glad that the beer intake had been limited. As the clothes hadn’t dried fully the evening before, some of us strung up our clothes inside the van using a long spool of string and they were still drying in the morning, leaving the van to look something like a launderette.