During our time in Mount Elgon, we go on hikes around the thick forested mountains, discovering the true meaning of “rain forest”. The diluvian rain doesn’t ever seem to relent, alternating between mere tropical downpours and hailstorms.
During our slow, lumbering progress up and down muddy, slippery slopes in the gushing rain, we get mildly disheartened by the school children darting past us, barefoot in their school uniforms.
As the heavens open up and we rush to put on our Goretex jackets, we feel like clumsy astronauts stepping for the first time onto another planet populated by lithe, sprightly spirits.
