Kisoro is the tourist hub for Uganda with access to the Bwindi Impenetrable Rainforest for gorilla trekking. 12 of the group had left for this excursion. However, for us it was a day to relax and catch up on some washing, or so we thought.
After turning down offers to hang out with the local Pygmy Village or searching for Python (US$30ea) due to some recent reviews (we were told the Pygmy’s are often drunk and the chances of them being comatose near the Christmas holiday was high), a friendly local guide came in to offer us a reduced python search without the canoe ride (US$10ea). A group of 6 Kiwi’s, 2 Aussies and the Dutchie hiked over the hill and through a local village.
Going through the village we met a variety of locals and children. Greetings of “Mulaho” and thanks of “Wakuzee” were exchanged and local children practiced their three phrases “Mzungu”, “Howareyou” and “I’m fine”. An old man offered us a goat, not sure where we would put it or if it was intended in exchange for Tam…
With rain fast approaching, the pythons made themselves scarce and we didn’t get a good look in. We found shelter in a local’s hut. As we sat in the small lounge adorned by a Jesus poster and a poster of famous stars (Rihanna, Ciara, Nelly and Rick Ross) a group of children came in to stare. Our guide having been a kindergarten teacher quickly organised them in song and we were treated to a chorus of children aged 3 to 14 for some Ugandan popular songs.
They were delighted to see their recordings and some photos of animals along our travels. Mitch gave a diary to the little girl with the big voice and then led the Kiwi’s in their best rendition of a haka. The kids walked us down to the canoes chanting “Ka mate, ka mate” and we departed back to the waiting ute as the rain subsided.
Our guide later treated us to some of the local ‘Sabanah’ banana beer which is brewed in a buried bucket for two days and lasts for five days, upon which it becomes very potent! The local nightclub was even more of an eye opener. One of our group was being primed by a Ugandan woman for her brother (she liked her boobs and caressed them a bit too). Our guide, reeking of beer, body odour and pot, was dancing with half a bottle on his head (without spilling a drop) and his fly down (commando style). At one stage of the night, a motorbike came driving through with headlights on and passed on right through to the back restrooms. None of the locals seemed to be bothered by this though.
Today we travel to Ruhengeri, Rwanda with our freshly slaughtered lamb for Christmas dinner. We expect to see a few animals slaughtered along the way on the roadside as the locals prepare for their biggest event of the year.