I hiked for 6hrs to Mount Bisoke, Rwanda

Travel

Oct 3

Written By Nchedo

This experience is one that will never not be funny to me because why did I, once again, pay to suffer so much that I had to go for a 90 minutes massage afterwards and even took ill. No be juju be this? I’m convinced someone jazzed me. I couldn’t have paid for that trip to Musanze by my own senses.

Anyway, grab your popcorn oooo and get ready to enjoy my story.

I ***am giving*** *all this land, as* ***far*** as ***you can see****, to* ***you*** *and your descendants…Gen. 13:14*

I joined a group of friends on a 2 day trip to Musanze, Rwanda. Musanze is located in Northwest Rwanda and is home to mountain gorillas and golden monkeys. It is also known to be surrounded by several mountains and forested volcanoes.

Anyway, back to the gist. Some of my friends and I decided it would be great to hike mount bisoke. Mount Bisoke is one of the eight active volcanoes in the Virunga mountains range of the albertine Rift, located between the borders of Rwanda and Democratic Republic of the Congo. Seeing the lake at the top of the mountain was something we all looked forward to, including me (this was when whoever was jazzing me started chanting my name in a far away unknown forest/village).

The look on that gorilla’s face was a warning that we should go back to the hotel and not pay that $75 but then, I was sold when they told me I was going to see some gorillas lol. We even had some military men escort us with guns to scare those gorillas should they try to harm us.

***quick shot with a friend!***
At this point I was feeling like a fashionista who was about to hang with some gorillas. I mean, see babe naah with bone straight, nike kicks & pink socks to match.

***Modella lomo!***
Okay, are you laughing?? The guide asked why I looked like I was on the streets of New York. “*Didn’t you say you were going for a hike?* “ He asked.
Anyway, I went from feeling like a damsel to fitting rain boots & coat. Should have known what I was about to endure.

Before we embarked on the journey, we receoved a few instructions like: no smoking in the park, don’t take anything from the park, don’t leave anything there either and don’t get too friendly with the gorrilas because OYO is your case.

*After trekking for some minutes, I was already panting like a christmas specimen lol*

Me: How many minutes do we have left?
Porter: 4 hours more to go
Me: Huh????

*When I realised they weren’t joking*

People, I actually suffered ngl. I It rained so much but I kept going. I promise you, it’ll never happen again.

When the going got tough, I told them to hold my backpack first.

*Oh no! Where’s my bone straight???*

At this point I knew I really came to hike not the fashion parade I was up to

I was definitely searching for gold. I should have gone back to my humble abode but I decided to continue. Why? That person chanting my name intensified their voice so I continued my hike. Kai, I suffered o.

3 hours later, I asked how many more hrs to go Oga? The man said 2 hours at my pace. At my pace???? Okay that’s it. The hold over my life has been destroyed. Let’s be going back to where you people took me from. I no do again because it’s only the living that can hike and go on more adventures in future. Amen?