And so the fun began. It was steep and it was slippy, and our guide didn't quite know what he'd let himself in for. We got to the top of the first waterfall, before we started collecting people. A number of children began to crowd around Heather, one or two at first and then a whole throng. We heard lots of giggling, and at each corner when she caught up with us, she had more flowers about her person - in her hair, shirt, behind her ears - than before, and seemingly more kids. We were almost stampeded by a crazed cow that came hurtling down the track, but veered off into a field and crashed through a farmer's fence instead. We reached the base of the second fall, by now with around 12 children in tow. We spent a few minutes taking photos in ridiculous poses before starting the trek down hill. It turns out that our newly found troupe of children came in handy for steadying 'Grandma' as they had affectionately named H, on her descent, as the track was slippy. Ahead of the group this time, slips were usually preceded and followed by a loud 'AaaghAAAghArgh!', from Heather, and the accompanying infectious cackle of one of the kids, with or without a crash through the undergrowth. Naturally this set the rest of us off laughing and in some instances a domino of slips too. We made it down from the mountain as night fell, covered in mud and soaked through from falling. A welcome beer and a home cooked meal awaited us, and after a hearty feed and more coffee, we stumbled back to our banda and fell asleep to the sound of rushing water from the falls, and the creaks of the bunk beds as people shifted around.
The next morning we had a leisurely breakfast and then set off to tackle the lowest and largest of the three falls. Heather elected to stay behind at the lodge and write postcards. She definitely chose the sensible option, and I envied her choice as we slipped and slid down to the bottom of the falls only to get absolutley soaked on the way back up. The views were spectacular though, and it was a great way to work off the previous night's dinner. We had lunch before departing, getting 5 minutes down the road before Mike declared he had left his watch in the dorm. We turned back to pick it up, I got paranoid and decided I had left my ipod - which I hadn't, it was in my bag all along - so frantically rummaged through my bags and the dorm only to find it in the last place I could possibloy have looked. Chi jumped out of the van declaring that she had left her brain behind, at which point we realised we were all being ridiculous, and we set off back to Kampala for the second time.
We reached Kampala late, had dinner and headed home, ready for another week at Mulago, refreshed after a fantastic weekend in the great outdoors...
Photos are here