In the midst of the mountain

If the view from Ibanda is breathtaking, the landscape around Nyakalengijyo is something unique: nature, sky and mountains merge with the only aim of enchanting our eyes.
A short walk conducts us near the boundry of the National Park. In the bush we find out a breach, which brings to the shrine of an old witch doctor, who leads us inside the magical world of the mediums, surrounded by pipes, monkey skulls, mysterious potions and leather drums.

On the way home we bump into a small community of people living together and sharing each other their wealth coming mainly from the incomes of the mountaneering services they provide, in a kind of proudhonian autharchy.
As soon as we get home the obiquitous James arrives at our place and leads us to a spot where some traditional singing and dancing trials are having place between the kids of Ibanda. It's a joyful occasion for everyone, mostly for the youngest, fatally fascinated by the presence of our cameras. We hardly manage to carry on with our work, surrounded by unstoppable children and parents who deliver in our hands their newborn sons. Pointing at the colour of our skin, they explain: "you and the kids look the same".