Queen Elizabeth National Park

Elephant feeding in Swamp

A stop-over in-between other national parks


We travelled through the Queen Elizabeth National Park (QENP) on two different occasions. Once, we drove through from Kibale National Park to Bwindi Impenetrable Forest,  another time we drove through to Mgahinga National Park. On both occasions, I didn’t understand why QENP failed to seduce me as other Ugandan parks had. In retrospect, I understand that my travel partner had everything to do with my lacklustre experiences. He was preoccupied by his hard-kept secrets at home, hardly present with me at all. Months later, I understand that his emotional discontentment affected my entire holiday, something like the emotional equivalent of second-hand smoke polluting your personal space while your trying to enjoy the flavors and aromas of a fantastic meal. 

Not all holidays are joyful.

The ecosystems I enjoyed in QENP:

  • Kazinga Channel connecting Lakes Edward and George

  • Grasslands

  • Swamps

  • Tropical rainforests

  • Kyambura Gorge

Palm Nut Vulture perched on Euphorbia or Candlabra Tree

Kazinga Channel


We followed the travel guide’s advice and boated on the Kazinga Channel during our first visit to QENP. Birding from a boat is always a great perspective, but I wouldn’t say that I would recommend paying for this excursion.

African Skimmers, Kazinga Channel boatride

Wildlife sightings along the banks of the Kazinga Channel were scarce

Kazinga Channel

Kyambura Gorge

Lake George


On our second visit I insisted that we trek with chimpanzees in the Kyambura Gorge. As we descended the gorge through the dense tropical forest with our guide, we heard elephants trumpeting down below. By the end of the afternoon we had crossed the gorge, reemerging on the other side only to see elephants chasing chimpanzees from a fig tree on the plains. I never imagined we would see chimpanzees in the grasslands, an absolutely stunning sighting. The Kyambura Gorge hike was environmentally different and much more difficult physically than chimpanzee trekking in Kibale NP. I certainly recommend treking chimps in the Kyambura Gorge!

Kyambura Gorge

Chimpanzees on the savannah

A specialist Guide is Essential in QENP

QENP is well-trodden. Farmers are pressuring the boundaries from every direction, there are small villages located inside the park that pose their own threats to the landscape with their fishing, cattle grazing, and other activities. The best way to explore the un-developed areas of this park is to rely on a knowledgeable guide.


Consulting with Coffee Farmers in Eastern Uganda

Colonial-era Campus of the Buweswa Growers Cooperative Society (BGCS)

In the Field

“We’re going to climb today to visit another savings group, remember?”

Yes I remember, visiting farmers in the field is the best part of the week for me. The clouds look thick this morning, I am anxious and ready to move. He notices my eyes glancing towards the door, “We can’t get there before 11 AM, because the farmers are in the fields all morning,” says John. Yes, I remember this too, but all the same once the daily rains start the mountain roads are slick trenches of mud. “Good, you wore your good boots today, you will move very well,” John says appreciatively.

John is the Manager of the Buweswa Growers Cooperative Society (BGCS), located in Mufufu village. We have been working closely together since I arrived at site a fortnight ago. The BGCS property is the center point of the village, and my little colonial-era cinder block house is right on top of its hill. I can see mountainous coffee farms covered in mist from my front porch.

This will be the ninth savings group that I have visited. Our window of opportunity is narrow because the rains begin at 1 PM, or earlier. We begin trudging up the muddy road, still sticky from last night’s showers. Boda Bodas come from both directions hauling supplies going up, and people coming down. Villagers are heading to the main road several kilometers down the mountain. We reach the tiny village at the top of the mountain behind my house, about a 45 minute hike, and we keep climbing. I haven’t had a chance to really explore these high altitude villages because of the rainy season but this morning the clouds parted, and we feel the full force of the equatorial sun on our faces. Small holder farmer families have built their homesteads close to the mountain road; they tend to their various plots spaced throughout the district. We stop to greet everyone; they are all curious to hear a foreigner greet them in Lumasaaba.

Mountains behind my house in Mufufu

Coffee Farmer, neighbor, soil guardian.

After another 45 minutes of hiking, we reach the savings group who have gathered in a church building on top of an adjoining mountain. The church is missing a wall, a welcome open-air shelter. Our group of farmers are all very much at home, calmly looking over the coffee farms and mountain vistas, comfortable in the cool mist. “Let the meeting commence.” 

Coffee Gardens, matoke, mountainous agriculture



Kidepo Valley National Park wildlife

Jackson’s Hartebeest is very relaxed on the savannah

Ungulates and Birds


Kidepo Valley is the first National Park I visited in Uganda. It was over New Year’s 2025. There I met tourists from EU countries like Greece and England, Ugandan families from Kampala, but no-one from the U.S.
I understand why. Kidepo doesn’t support the wildlife diversity that tourists will find in the national parks of Southern Africa or other East African countries. Historically lions and cheetahs used to be sighted in Kidepo, but not in 2025.
Situations can change in national parks if the national wildlife authority renews its interest in a particular region and if non-profit conservation groups begin to work with the federal and local governments. Perhaps positive changes have already occurred since white rhinos were introduced to the park in 2026.

Flock of Mousebirds

My favourite sightings


I enjoyed my stay at Kidepo, despite the absence of predators. The ecosystem there is an extension of South Sudan and Western Kenya environment which includes vast savannahs, mountains, and open vistas.

elephants


The small herd of elephants have probably suffered from poaching. The herd was nervous and avoided our truck all morning.

Giraffe


I enjoyed spending a few minutes with a small herd of Nubian Giraffe. As I was watching these critically endangered giraffe a minibus of tourists drove up. They disembarked to take selfies and the giraffe herd quickly ran away. It was my only giraffe sighting during my stay at Kidepo.

Ungulates


I saw many Ugandan Kob, buffalo, and other ungulates, so there is plenty of food for predators. I hope lions return to this rugged and remote park.

birds

Daybreak


I stayed at Kidepo Savannah Lodge, part of a larger chain of lodges located around all of Uganda’s national parks. The staff were lovely, and my private room looked out across the plains. Beautiful.

Nightfall


A drive into the Karamoja Region

road trip through the Karamoja Region, Uganda 2025

FEAR


Living in East Africa
A man attempted to break into my house, threatening to rape me from 2-3 AM
A young man was brutally murdered outside my bedroom window
I fell through a cement cap into a cistern of sewage

Through these experiences, when I was thrown off-course, I learned that the best coping mechanism is to control my landing.


“Not to have felt pain is not to have been human.”
— The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel SE5

The Karamojong

My Ugandan counterparts warned against visiting Northeastern Uganda. I was told, that the Karamojong men steal cattle and they are armed. After experiencing significant health and safety incidents in three different regions of Uganda, fearing cattle rustlers wasn’t pertinent.
Instead, I was intrigued by the idea of visiting a region that is overlooked by most tourists, Uganda’s most rugged and least-populated sectors. I hired Kanzira, a guide, to drive me through Northeastern Uganda to Kidepo Valley National Park both for safety concerns and for efficiency’s sake. I only had a week’s holiday from work.
The region named Karamoja pre-dates modern political boundaries. It encompasses the southeastern section of South Sudan, a bit of Southern Ethiopia, a large swath of Northwestern Kenya, and the Northeast corner of Uganda. Karamoja is a semi-arid, sparsely populated land that has supported pastoralists for 100s of years. Because of their remoteness and their unique cultural and political structures, the Karamojong people are generally misunderstood and disrespected by other ethnic groups. In actuality, the Karamojong pathways have sustained their regional resources up until the 21st century. Now, climate change, the discovery of minerals, and pressures from neighboring farmers that want their land rights will test Karamojong’s resolve to remain independent.

unmarried women dance late afternoon when the men return with their livestock

unmarried women dance, a chance to bond and have fun

Children helping the women cook

morning view

bicycle

Village visit organized by Kara-Tunga

My brief time in Karamoja has stayed with me and I plan to return to this beautiful, misrepresented region soon.


A Walking Bird's Nest

Black and White Ruffed Lemur

Madagascar 2023

Everyone around me seems carefree and so light on their feet. Men and women greet each other on the street with a wave and a “inona vaovao?” We motor on to a newer forest that the community is reestablishing after the clear cut of yesterday. The forest already hosts an array of beautiful botanicals and wildlife though the canopy is very different than an old growth forest it offers hope for the future.

Birds fly high above us. Once in a while a curious one will land on a branch ahead just to peer down at us for a minute.

Up at 4:14

Hiking at 5:15

This is my ideal start to a day while on holiday

 

A lone brown lemur is busily munching on her breakfast of leaves noticing me but not really concerned. Usually, brown lemurs form social groups but this one must be unusually hungry and stayed back to finish sakafo marina.

 

fuchsia orchid petals are scattered across our paths in the woods this morning speaking to last night’s elfin soiree, maybe a brides maid’s party? I know the forest fairies attended. Dressed in their iridescent robes made of the Golden Spider’s silk because one straggler flitted around my head for two minutes this morning, ever curious. The sun sparkled against her robe as she flew away into the surrounding canopy.

 

We heard the Indri call throughout our morning hike. The various families are located deep in the forest and cry out to each other in the mornings. Then, on our fifth hour, there was a series of songs sung just a riverine away. I steadily followed Luc’s steps to the tree beneath the indri, who were now silent.

Young Indri Indri

 

Impossible to count how many there were. The indri jump from tree to tree silently and quickly. Some share a cozy branch; others are perched in their own tree. The largest lemur from the family of primates that the world lost save for a few protected forests. One little fellow was quite perplexed when his father suddenly moved on, peering down at me as if I would help answer the question of why. Time passed quickly from the forest floor. I am fairly certain we walked under them at least once this morning. They must have looked down on my frizz of a hair style wondering how a bird’s nest could move like that.

Sifika



Shifting priorities

  • Priorities shift

  • Attitudes may even change grudgingly

  • But our fears are the hardest to lose.


Madagascar 2022

I must look lost

Several people have asked me, what do you do all day?

 I wave my hand with a flick of my wrist and answer in some sort of bebop rhythmic manner. Why would you want to know what I do?

 

I survive like my neighbor, though she doesn’t understand a word that leaves my lips.

I thrive like the hibiscus shrubs in my yards.

I teach the market vendor on my street bits of English in exchange for a better price on my pineapple and lentils.

I encourage the bread baker to keep trying to speak English so he can interview for a job in North America.

I discuss conservation issues with David who is studying to be a National Park guide.

In short, I talk, and I learn. My sponsor is the English Center of Antsirabe (ECA), the oldest English language school in Antsirabe. Students pile into crowded classrooms for 2 hours at night three times a week to learn American English. Their schedules come to a halt when they enter the center located behind the Christian radio station just off the main road, Avenue des Thermes. I am training to be a TEFL teacher which includes leading conversational sessions with ECA students.

 

Long held insecurities are ever present; lack of self-confidence, distorted self-image, anxiety. Unable to outrun them, they just came along for the ride. But I continue with my own language studies so I will one day be able to describe to the shop owner how delightful their store front is. I am learning how to teach a foreign language to a captive audience.

 

White Woman finding her step

Early Saturday Morning, Antsirabe

Working in Madagascar in 2022

It is acceptable to call a Latina woman “white” here.


I learned that white women can’t walk alone after 5:30 PM. I found myself shopping for a few eggs after 5 one afternoon, popping into little shop after little shop without success. As I trudged home with my empty bag an angry gaunt man kept a half a step behind me, muttering all the way from city center. He yelled in anger after I unexpectedly slipped into my gated garden. I assumed he wanted money. He called to me for 20 minutes through the gate. Perhaps he was telling me “Go home ugly white woman.” I watch the time before I leave home now.


 I don’t know if my language skills are improving, but my courage is. One day, being tired of my own company, I took a walk towards the supermarche for a chocolate bar, a splendid luxury on my stipend. After the encounter with the angry man last week, I walked a new route and found an old, cobbled lane that runs behind the French cathedral. It’s lined with individually owned stands, each one specializing in different products. There is less hustle and bustle on this stretch, the shop people patiently wait for me as I stretch my Malagasy skills.

The stand at the end of the road features 4-5 baskets of different greens caught my eye. We were having a terrible time communicating with one another. Due to my hunger for her greens and the shopowner’s determination to make a sale we found a neighbor man to help with the transaction. Problem solved!

 

All of my stipend is spent on food. Baskets of fresh produce are sold everywhere, at the markets, along every lane, on the corners, and there are even sellers that walk up and down the streets selling their specialty from a basket balanced on their head. Yet I am down to my college weight, skinny and tanned.

Lugogo Swamp

African Green Pigeon

I’ve been chasing African Green Pigeons for years and finally got a shot!

These were long shots for my 400 lens, but chasing birds is still loads of fun.

Black Lored Barber

An early morning boat ride through the Lugogo Swamp is what I was sold. Instead we walked on a brand new tarred road that has efficiently dissected the Lugogo Swamp into two. All signs of shoebill storks have evaporated.

I did see new bird species on the walk but was greatly disappointed since I was expecting an in-tact swamp ecosystem, so very rare.

Black Crakes walking on water as they do

White Crested Turaco, a notable species that is known to frequent Lugogo Swamp

Cinnamon Breasted Bee-eater