We are settled into our enormous room at The Mountain Gorilla View Lodge.

We are about 150 yards from the lodge and dinning room in our own little cabin or house.

We are in number 28. I call it the honey moon cottage since we have only been married for forty years. all is going well.

We heard some noise coming from outside and realized we were missing the native dancers performing and left quickly to see the show. We walked out to the vast grassy area between our chalet and the lodge and settled in to watch.

A man arrived quickly carrying folding chairs for all of us. I sat down as my wife filmed the show. We could feel the vibrations of the music and their feet landing on the tuft of lava beneath us covered by Bermuda grass.

More to come. Off for tennis now.

I’m back.

The country is covered in Bermuda grass. If they could sell it to someone it would be a rich country.

It seems that the farmers are constantly doing battling against it as they try to farm edible crops. If humans could eat it no one would go hungry here.

The show ended and we walked down to the clubhouse or lodge for dinner.

The country is very mountainous but it does look like a well groomed golf course at times. The dinning was excellent.

We talked with some of our fellow travelers and had a grand time. Eventually we headed back to our little abode far up on the outer edge of the compound and nearly in the jungle. Did they put me out here on purpose? Have they already figured me out? I doubt it. We entered the room after some difficulty with the skeleton key. It is a very old door. It resembles those used on ancient Scottish castles I think. I was never very good with those. thank goodness it isn’t our honeymoon night. I would all ready be tuckered out.

We did eventually get into the room and turned on the free standing heater. We have been warned that it will be quite cold in the evenings. We had no sooner got the heater adjusted when there was a knock at the door.

We just got the heater figured out when there was a knock on the door. A woman stood there with two hot water bottles in her hands. We took them and placed them in our beds and I quickly climbed in.

My wife, of course, had many matters to attend to before coming to bed. Going to bed is more complicated now as our belongings are in our duffle bags supplied by the travel company. Forty five minutes later she has everything squared away and is ready for bed. I am reading and minding my own business. I find that a prudent stance most times.

She then went to the large bathroom and discovered an insect of some kind, screams and then kills it. “I know there’s more than one of these things in here, she yells.” I respond, “Yes dear, but they’re on vacation as well and their vacation a has taken a turn for the worse. They have now lost one of their traveling buddies and each remaining one will now have more luggage to carry.” She was not amused. She disposed of the body and came to bed. I am now sleeping with a murderer. It was a murder by definition, after all.

I try to settle in but now must sleep with one eye open and it is beginning to itch. I’m not happy about it either. I start to rub it and it disturbs her.

“Let’s put some eye drops in those eyes of yours.” “I hate that,” I tell her but then she comes at me with that dreaded little bottle of eye drops. There is no escape at this point. She is right of course. But that doesn’t deter me from arguing the point.

I look out the windows into the dark night and here thunder. I’ve come tens of thousands of miles and it might rain. If it rains the gorillas probably won’t come out to eat and we will miss them. If my eye is messed up I”ll miss them even if they do come out for lunch.

I’ve just read out loud about all the medicinal properties of eucalyptus oil which cures everything to my wife. But that cure all is six weeks away by bicycle here and I don’t have any. She is not amused.

I haven’t dared mentioned the movement that I saw out in the jungle on the way back to our isolated room. I think it might be a wayward gorilla or a very large snake. I think I will remain silent and just try to go to sleep. My wife is giving me that look of hers again.

The large volcanoes have stood between Uganda and Rwanda for centuries.