To the last station

We leave Arcadia Lodge and head south to Rwakambo Camp on Lake Mburo. The road is well paved, built by the EU. We'll be there by noon. The camp is located at the beginning of a national park, on top of a rocky plateau. The main house with the restaurant and bar offers a breathtaking view of the plain. If it wasn't so green everywhere, it would be like Out of Africa. And if it didn't start pouring spontaneously. Buckets full. Sam says we'll meet at 3:30 p.m. for the safari. Like I said, it's pouring.

Exactly until 3:25 p.m. Then the sky clears, the sun comes out. By now I know for sure, he's doing something with voodoo. So far, all his predictions have been accurate and he actually found all the animals. We set off. It's like being in a zoo. Because there are hardly any enemies, as lions and leopards have been hunted and driven away, there are tons of impalas, buffalos, warthogs, elands, and zebras. They're not afraid. You almost have to nudge some of them with the car to make them move.

Once again, our accommodation has no windows, but it's clean. In the morning, there's a breathtaking view from the plateau to the plain. I share it with a little monkey who is sleepily gazing into the distance.