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WALKING along a narrow trail around steep mountains in a remote corner of Western Uganda, I passed through farmland perched on the near vertical sides of the mountains. Just hundreds of metres away was the edge of the Congo, the second largest jungle on the planet. Tiny villages were perched on saddles and spurs containing the families who tilled the rugged land in constant danger of lethal landslides. Here hours away from electricity, running water and the other modern conveniences we in the Western world take for granted, life continued peacefully. Within a few kilometres of the border with the DRC at the edge of the forest was a small village of grass huts occupied by a small clan of pygmies. Related blog: Trek from today: |
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