We stand back at the foothills of Mount Sabyinyo in Uganda, the place where it all started 10 hours ago. I am soaked, exhausted and still shiver when I think of the dangerous tumble my dad made during the slippery descent. I sigh and wonder if I would hike this mountain again.
My dad and I are on our way to Mgahinga Gorilla National Park in Uganda to climb Mount Sabinyo. As usual, the local bus is packed with more people than it was made for. After all this time in the country, we still don’t trust the rope that is supposed to keep our backpacks on the roof of the van. We are the only ‘muzungus’ (white people) which causes general amusement in the bus. With my basis knowledge of Swahili, I understand that the locals are talking about us. They wonder where we are from and where we are going.