We trust that he's used this road before but after losing the track to thick bush and driving over several trees, we decide to turn back (a 40min skiddy drive) to pick up a guard from the outpost.
With only a 1/4 tank of petrol left, we're led down the same path as before and lose the track. It turns out this guard hasn't used the road for a few years and its completely overgrown. The path we've been following is a cow path and we meet a large group of the magnificent horned creatures.
Scratching their heads they decide to try the next hill. Its rocky and steep and the driver has the hand break on, caning the clutch. J turns to me and says- we're not getting back up this hill! Sure enough, half way down we meet a slate cliff and some more cows. Completely the wrong way. The Rav turns out to be more of a 2x1 than a 4x4 and can't hack the 40 degree angle. They radio for help.
Meanwhile, N calls to see how I'm enjoying my holiday! It could be much worse, had it been hot and sunny like previous days we'd be eaten alive by tetsi flies. Worst case scenario, we could walk to the main road. In no time, 3 armed guards arrive to rescue us and they painfully slowly zig-zag push the Rav up the hill, burning clutch and rubber. The driver calls his boss who he laughs is "verrrry annnngry".
One short rest later, we were back on our mission to find this road. 2 guards in the front, our guide ready to pass out from the stress with us in the back. They eventually track down the road but then we come to a cross roads and are met by this lonely yellow sign. 20 mins of head scratching later, a man and boy on a bike pass us and show us the right way.
Almost as quickly as we got into this mess, we were out of the park, sun shining and back in Kigali! What an adventure...
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