|We're now blasé...|
The Jacana Safari Lodge comprises eleven comfortable wooden lodges at the edge of a crater lake and surrounded by forest which goes right to the water’s edge.
|Rainforest right to the edge.|
QENP has many crater lakes scattered right across its huge area.
|Another crater lake in Maramagamba Forest|
If you want a peaceful, relaxing retreat from the world, go to the Jacana. Its excellent food is made from local ingredients and the staff are extremely courteous, friendly and helpful. The lodges are built and furnished from local or recycled materials, and designed to minimise their impact on the ecology of the local environment.
|Lodge No 1: Zebra - the Ritchie's. You should just be able to make out the lake.|
|Dining en plein air|
|Fishermen returning at the end of the day.|
In the morning you are woken by birdsong and the sun rising across the lake. During the day you watch the vervet monkeys gorging on fruit and squabbling with any hapless red-tailed monkey who tries to join in. You catch glimpses of colobus monkeys cleverly camouflaged among the leaves.
|Greedy vervet monkey|
|Hungry red-tailed monkey|
|'Colobus' to us, 'dinner' to chimpanzees.|
Butterflies gather in clusters and, once, we drove through clouds of them dancing in front of our car.
|Butterflies by our lodge...|
|...and by the swimming pool.|
At night you hear hippos grunting and chimpanzees calling to alert each other to the presence of food or the fact that it’s bedtime.
There are several groups of chimpanzees in different areas of the Park. Those in the Maramagambo Forest are not used to human beings and disappear into the treetops as soon as you appear. However, in one area of the Park, Kyambura Gorge, they have been tracked and studied for some years and have become habituated to humans. According to tradition, the river running through the gorge had no name until a surprise flood washed away the belongings of the local inhabitants who came back from their subsequent searches empty-handed, exclaiming ‘kyambura’, or ‘I cannot see it’. And so Kyambura the river became.
|Kyambura Gorge cuts right through the savannah|
|Descending the gorge.|
|Shoogly bridge, crucial planks missing part way.|
Boys, despite this, your mother made it!
|Not the sort of water you would want to fall into.|
Despite its ill-omened name, visitors to the Gorge have an 85% chance of actually seeing chimps. We were lucky. The previous group had walked for six hours and seen nothing. Our chimp photos aren’t great. The rest of our group had splendid cameras which zoomed in and out and could even take close-ups of chimpanzee faces. Our ‘point and shoot’ technology wasn’t really up to it and, anyway, we couldn't use flash at close quarters. However, the experience itself was wonderful. We listened to the chimps calling to each other, and watched them swinging through the branches and slithering down near our feet. It was mostly males we saw as the females and children generally hide from humans. One of the mature males, Hatari (meaning ‘danger’ as he is responsible for alerting the troup to any concerns) actually fell asleep on the ground a few feet from us. Another member of the group, Majj ('water'), urinated on us from the branches above, not a particularly pleasant mode of communication.
|Definitely four limbs, but where's the head?|
|A bit blurry, but it's definitely a chimp.|
It’s a strange sensation to be within 3 metres of these, your species’ nearest relatives. Apparently, we share 98.7% of our DNA with chimpanzees. They do so many things which we think of as being peculiarly ‘human’. Chimps may be ‘speechless’, but they communicate with each other very successfully either through calling or by thumping on the ‘buttresses’, or above-ground roots, of the tall tropical trees. Apparently only the males are allowed to do this. Any females who dare to try this form of communication are quickly beaten up and silenced. In Kyambura, there is a particular tree which chimps successfully use as ‘medicine’ for a range of ailments. None of the rangers ever carry sticks for fear of sending out the wrong messages as sticks are used as weapons when chimps fight among themselves. Although their diet is mainly fruit, chimps also hunt colobus monkeys or even small antelope, working together to surround and overwhelm their victim. When one of their troup is close to death, they carry him to a specially prepared bed of leaves in the upper branches on which they place fruit for him to eat. There they leave him. Once dead, the body is carried back down the tree and laid to rest on the ground. By such actions, intelligent, violent or caring, chimpanzees can leave us speechless, stunned by their sheer ‘humanity’.
|Chimps' favourite food|
|Once empty, chimps use the shell as a cup|
The Park is bisected by the Kazinga Channel, a natural waterway linking Lake Edward and Lake George, not to be confused with Lake Albert further north. (Those names!) To the north of the Channel are the Kasenyi plains where many of the more ‘glamorous’ animals roam, the predators sticking close to their prey. To the south is the much bigger area of the Kigezi Wildlife Reserve, of which Maramagambo is part, home to an unbelievable number of birds and beasts, including the famous tree-climbing lions of Ishasha.
Apart from forest, the Park is characterised by mile upon mile of savannah, difficult to capture in all its splendour on film. Tall golden grass is grazed by antelopes of various kinds and buffalo in ones and twos or large herds.
|Herd of buffalo|
Swallows swoop around the car. Red-chested cuckoos perch on termite nests, or wherever they can.
Weaver birds go about their business, weaving. Crested cranes, Uganda's national bird, pace regally.
Elephants tear down branches from acacia trees, and sometimes the whole tree itself. Elephants do well here as there are no giraffes and hence no competition for food. And, yes, we did go ‘on safari’, twice with a guide and once by ourselves. Although always on the lookout for something ‘exciting’, an elephant perhaps, or a lion, it can also be somewhat unnerving. Seeing a huge heap of fresh elephant dung, one’s adrenalin rises and with it the hope of seeing this magnificent beast at close quarters. At the same time one does wonder, ‘what’ll we do if we meet it face to face?’. And, yes, our guide did confirm, elephants never forget.
|Matriach and the herd|
|Lone male expelled from the herd.|
|Cooling off among the floating weeds in the Kazinga Channel.|
A boat trip down the Channel was the highlight of a holiday which was full of ‘highlights’. Lots of hippos, more buffalo, more elephants and myriads of birds: great white egrets, African fish eagles, Egyptian geese, pied kingfishers, African skimmers, red-billed oxpeckers, hammerkops, African water lapwings, ibis, black-bellied bustards, hornbills, pelicans, grey herons, Goliath herons, hornbills, white storks and marabou storks (here rather pleasanter than their scavenging urban cousins).
|Curious buffalo down by the Channel.|
|Never get between a hippo and the water...|
|Great white pelican with curious hippo.|
|Goliath heron oblivious to hippo.|
|Great white egret and no hippos to be seen.|
|Egyptian geese and friends|
Despite all this richness, however, much to our guide’s chagrin the lions eluded us. Getting the chance to photograph a lion is the Holy Grail of many visitors to the Park. We knew roughly where they were supposed to be but the dratted creatures kept moving around. Most inconsiderate but hardly surprising. If you were a lion, would you want to sit by the side of a track while tourists flash their cameras at you? It is astonishing how determined people are to take ‘that’ photo no matter how much stress they cause to the hapless recipient of their attention. Some of our friends on safari further north reported their horror at observing tourists take flash photos at close quarters of hippos and rhinos, neither of which are animals to be messed with. More people in Africa are killed by hippos than by any other creature. Get between a hippo and water and they basically squash you. Despite our lion-less state, Stuart and I had seen so many wonders that we were quite relaxed about missing the King of animals. We will, after all, be back.
Returning from our boat trip, at the end of our last day, we were bumping along the track not far from the gate into the Park. Suddenly, ahead of us, we saw lots of vehicles. The rumour had gone round that a lion had taken up position under a particular tree. Four-by-fours parked three-abreast. People got out. Some clambered on the top to get a better view. Cameras clicked. People peered. Others pointed.
|Human predators harass a hapless lion.|
We were speechless.
We left, lion-less.
We left, lion-less.