A snarl emanates from the dense jungle, which seems to close in around us. “Don’t worry, it’s a friendly noise,” says our guide Benson, though it sounds anything but. Another deep rumble. Swinging his rusty machete in wide swoops, Benson hacks at the tangle of vines, branches and bushes until the source of the sinister grumbles comes into view.
This article first appeared on the Daily Mail Website on Aug 23, 2013 by NICK BOULOS
Only a few metres away is Makara, the fearsome silverback and leader of the Habinyanja family of mountain gorillas that reside deep within Uganda’s Bwindi Impenetrable National Park.
Climbing across his grey-speckled back are two playful juveniles. Spotting us, they venture close, peering through the thick undergrowth with big brown inquisitive eyes. There’s a loud huff as Makara stirs, stands tall, glares at us. Nostrils flaring, he rushes forward without warning. Faced with 190kg of charging silverback, my knees buckle. I forget our earlier safety briefing immediately (the number one rule is ‘never run’) and scramble backwards.
“Nobody move,” warns Benson. “It’s a bluff. Nobody move,” he repeats.
Sure enough, Makara comes to an abrupt stop barely three metres away. Stalemate. Then he retreats.
“Gorillas sometimes charge but they have never attacked a tourist,” says Benson, who has been tracking these magnificent creatures for 16 years.
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That’s a relief, because gorilla tourism is big business. Permits cost $500 (£332) per day and demand far outweighs supply. A maximum of 64 are issued daily and trekkers are evenly split between the eight families of gorillas that have been introduced to humans over a two-year period. Time with these jungle VIPs is strictly limited to one hour.
Of the 880 critically endangered mountain gorillas that remain in the wild, more than half are found in Bwindi Impenetrable National Park, tucked away in a lush corner of south-west Uganda. The others are split between neighbouring Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of Congo. As the name suggests, Bwindi is an untamed wilderness; misty mountains cloaked with thick and almost impassable jungle that rise to heights of more than 2,000m.
Reaching the gorillas takes considerable effort. Rangers tasked with locating them leave as the dawn dew settles over the silent peaks – hours ahead of the tourists, who set off at 8am. Gorilla trekking is tough – muddy, steep and challenging – and can last from 30 minutes to eight hours, depending on where the gorillas have travelled overnight. The good news is sightings are practically guaranteed.
The best time to go gorilla trekking is during the dry season, from now until the end of September and in January and February.
The gorillas may be the star attraction but there’s more to Bwindi than its furry primates. I spend a day meeting the many colourful local characters: the traditional medicine man who’s paid in fresh fruit, the banana beer brewers and the nomadic pygmy tribe who once lived in the forest. Their lives changed forever in 1991 with the formation of the national park. They were forced out, losing their homes. Many dream of returning to the forest but the younger generation appreciate the perks that come with their new lifestyle: healthcare, education, permanent housing.
There are few tourist lodges in the forest – but we are lucky enough to be staying in one of the most luxurious. Nkuringo Gorilla Lodge is one of the luxurious lodge in Bwindi. Best of all, gorillas often pass through the camp, pausing for a leafy snack outside the open-sided lounge. The very first westerner to experience the thrill of seeing these enigmatic creatures in their natural habitat was a German army officer named Robert von Beringe. He stumbled across them in 1902 while attempting to climb Mount Sabyinyo. Though it wasn’t until the 1988 release of Gorillas in the Mist – the tale of American zoologist Dian Fossey – that the world finally started paying attention. Mother and child on a hillside in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest National Park
Local colour: There is so much to see in the remote southern villages of Uganda
My gorilla experience is pure Fossey. Makara’s charge came at the very beginning of our hour in his company. Afterwards, I glance nervously at my fellow hikers, wondering whether we should expect a repeat performance but Benson is quick to reassure us. “He’s a gentle giant”.
The rest of our time with Makara the silverback and his dozen-strong brood passes peacefully. Now unfazed by our presence, he sits twiddling a piece of thick bamboo in his massive fingers as though it were a cigar. In one swift movement he cracks it in half like a toothpick. He barely gives a second look when one of the youngest gorillas comes bounding over to us, beating its chest wildly with both hands. Another adolescent male carefully climbs to the top of a small tree and perches perilously before the tree splinters and he falls down the trunk, hitting the ground and rolling backwards down the embankment.
“Two minutes left”, says Benson. And with that, the gorillas vanish into their emerald cosmos marking the end of our magical – if hair-raising – encounter.