On the second day early in the morning - it is still dark - we stumble with their luggage up a steep, unlit, of course Lehmweg with potholes the Berg hinunter vom Gästehaus zur Hauptstraße, wo uns das unvermeidliche Matatu aufgabelt und zur GaaGaa- Station bringt - ein christliches Busunternehmen. Wir möchten gen Norden fahren, nach Arua, wo die ugandesische DIGUNA-Station ressidiert. Christlich? Na ja, die taffe symphatische Reisebegleiterin betet mit allen Reisenden zu Beginn der Fahrt um Bewahrung (das ist auch nötig bei der halsbrecherischen Art, wie man sich in Uganda auf Straßen fortbewegt) und verbreitet frohe Laune. Warum wir denn so griesgrämig aussähen? Kein Grund! Alle haben doch einen Sitzplatz! Also wischen wir uns die Müdigkeit des frühen Aufstehens aus den Augen, kuscheln uns diesmal als Familie in eine Dreierbank und fahren der Morgendämmerung contrary. Eight hours of driving ahead of us. The "suburbs" of Kampala, which I would call the slums shocked me a bit but even though I was inwardly prepared to meet such conditions. Longitudinal road speed are small shacks or huts made of red clay on a red ground, covered inside with a foundation of rammed earth red, with corrugated iron or straw. Laundry is drying on the rooftops, which are covered with a thick layer of red dust. Children sit on tiny forecourts and play with twigs or stones. Women stomp something to mash or wash clothes in plastic bowls. There are of course no running water, no electricity, no Access to sanitary facilities, no garbage collection. And just as it does in this case.
For most inhabitants of the earth are those circumstances as "normal" - and we think West Europeans, our way of life was "normal" - how ignorant! 1.2 billion people lack access to safe drinking water. What that means in such a hot climate, we also, albeit only partially have noticed. We are constantly in search of potable water. Every few hours we had to supplement our supplies of water bottles - somehow exhausting. There are also toilets are not on every corner. In the city you can possibly still go to the toilet in a cafe (where there's the toilet in an indescribable state are). In a café in Jinja, I found a totally filthy, smeared and accordingly inaccessible village, at the door, ironically, hung a notice: "Are you thankfull for this toilet?" - And then a guilty-conscience-giving notice was that finally , much of the population has no access to toilets. Well, I any case the village empty-handed and left - as un-Christian - very ungrateful.
similar difficulties on the bus ride. Only once he stops after two hours - a few people get out, disappearing behind the huts, and after five minutes it goes on, even before we realized who remained have that this is our only and last chance to "escape" was.
way We then boarded another six hours through the bush and villages. Well the bus stops several times short, but get out without opportunity. Instead, the villagers come to our vehicle through the window and offers banana, water, live chickens, and - as a shop keeper - roasted several times again and therefore become black as coal burned Fleichspieße.
street sales As for the natural needs - you sweat "it" simply aus ...
Unsere nette Reisebegleiterin weist uns auf die Bestimmung hin, dass unterwegs gekaufter Fisch und lebende Hühner außen an den Bus angebunden werden müssten. Doch wer hält sich hier schon an Regeln? So gackert das eine oder andere Huhn (kopfüber transportiert) im Fahrgastraum.
Abends kommen wir erschöpft auf der DIGUNA-Station in Arua an. Ein schlichtes, aber freundliches Zimmer mit Betten, Moskitonetz und sogar einem gefliesten Bad (purer Luxus!) erwarten uns. In den nächsten Tagen lernen wir das Team dort näher kennen und haben jede Menge Gespräche, Besuche, gemeinsame Mahlzeiten. Jeder hat seine Geschichte zu erzählen - spannend! Am zweiten Tag kommt Annikas Team aus Aru mit einem uralten LKW approached. Seven of us will go with the rattle of a safari. The next morning before dawn we set off.
Annika Congo-Team: Danika, Dor othe, Jo-Jo, Christian, An nika 
threatening gesture - is not too close to us indeed! 
We can not even fast enough to switch from right to left, everything mitzubekommen. The African landscape is wonderful, fascinating wildlife, the air shimmering - simply exhilarating. At this point I can understand those who have fallen on the spot in the continent of Africa ... rises suddenly we smell of burning in the nose, and as we drive around a curve, we see a small Bush fire right and left of our path. A bit of me is uneasy already, especially since we are bogged down then even in the fine sand. Quickly got out (which is not really allowed), dug and pushed - again we are free and without passing through the fire damage. Every now and then we can see we flashing the Nile.
The White Nile Parking Around noon, we start on the shore, from where small open boats to Nile Cruise. Annika has previously booked by phone, so we can get directly, and it starts a refreshing trip on the water. Again, we get back to see the überwältgende animals: hippo, water buffalo, Elephants and even crocodiles. About us floats a bald eagle.
final destination is a rock in the water, from which one can admire the giant waterfall in the distance. evening, after we took the Nilfähre, we arrive at the Red Chilli camp where we stay - Hartmut and I as a "senior" in a small hut, the young people in the back of the truck. Delicious dinner in the open-air lounge, then good night!
On nights ago we decide to watch the waterfall from above. Thundering press the water masses through the narrow gorge. Permanent rainbow arise from light and spray. It roars and splashing out full force, gigantic.
"The most spectacular, what happens to the Nile on its journey to the Mediterranean " Winston Churchill once said about the MurchisonFalls.
Christian, a Congolese friend of Annie, hides his face in his arms and prays. This is the only attitude that is appropriate in view of such creation. I follow his example internally.
long we stay in the place before we make our way home - right in the Congo, Aru to "Annika's" station.
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