Day 2 in Rwanda: The impressive logistics of gorilla tracking
I woke up a little before four o’clock in the morning to the sound of male voices outside the hotel. I thought it might be the driver who was supposed to pick me up at 4:30 and even though it wasn’t, it still felt better than waking up to an alarm clock. We left Kigali as grey streaks began to cross the dark sky, but the uniformly white streetlights still shone on all the surrounding hills. These hills soon became obstacles to us as we began to drive up and down them, cleaving closely to each well-paved bend above precipitous slopes.