After a few very spoiling ‘prep days’ at the fabulously luxurious Kyambura Lodge, we somewhat reluctantly left behind our creature comforts (including our personal butler Gerald!) and headed off to base camp at Kilembe. It took about an hour and a half, driving through valleys that had over the years suffered landslides – villages perched precariously on the edges of the foothills, sustainable farming all around. Just outside Kilembe the heavens opened, and the rain rained as only it can in Africa – a taste of what might be to follow!
Our old friend and Guide Mihindo Dan and his team of porters were waiting for us at Base camp, and we set off speedily, decked out top to toe in waterproof gear in torrential rain – it wasn’t long before the clouds moved on and we were able to peel off a layer or two and concentrate on the start of our 4-day waterfall trail. By the time we reached the park gate at 330m I was very pink, out of breath and worried I might not be able to keep up the pace – Mihindo Dan and my sister were hardly puffing at all and I regretted not putting in a few gym hours before leaving Kampala!