River fever…
Saturday, December 9th, 2006Since leaving her gluttenous, muddy banks, the river hasn’t been a visual presence in our lives, yet she has remained at the forefront of our minds.
The canoe trip was an endurance event which suited me fine. I’d been suffering with the usual third world gripes for a few days, so was itching to get away from the contaminated ‘arse paper’ money which we seemed to be handling by the truck load, and get out into nature.
The fact that I almost lopped off one of my fingers in the process, gave me a heightened awareness that we were a long, long way away from help. A&E and other services and amenities we all take for granted every day in the first world, but they’re a dream for the vast majority of people here.
The days of endless blue skies were punctuated with the piercing screach of the Ibis, a sound which for me will be forever East African. Each paddle stroke was the focus of our world: like the cadence of a peddle stroke, the revolutions propelled us forward; the sound of water being ripped as the stroke ended, changed with the slightest shift in the angle of the blade. Our world had shrunk, but all our senses were magnified.
There were no people. Anywhere. Not even cruising at 33,000 feet above our perspiring brows.
Our close encounters with the hippos were adrenaline filled. The fight or flight mechanism kicking in within a pounding heartbeat. The trumbone-esque booming calls leaving no doubt as to their latent power.
Their shyness made photographing them pretty impossible. After shooting the last set of rapids just outside Kouroussa, we took one by surprise and were literally a few metres away, but it dived instantly, sending out a sizable bow wave, leaving us scanning the murk intently for any trace.
We quickly realised that the river experience was enhanced a few key elements: flat ground and a couple of trees (for my hammock), easy access, firewood and lack of biting insects. From about 5pm we were on the look out for an outcrop of rocks, obvious visual features on google earth, where we had a good chance of finding all of the above.
However this was no guarantee, as the ‘ant incident’ testifies…
Ps. Uploading pictures at this time is proving difficult. Seems like this blog needs quite a recent edition of windows to do such an ‘advanced’ task. Something in which this ‘terminal’ (an apt description) is sadly lacking. In fact nine of the keys on this keyboard have been re-written in felt tip and the desk has a strangely satisfying ‘give’ like the end of a diving board…
Pictures as soon as, people.