Welcome to the Jungle
Central African Republic
Rachael catches some shut-eye on the flight into C.A.R.
Arriving in the 30 degree heat of Cameroon yesterday was a sensational change from the biting winds of Mongolia. In fact, if you’d have asked me last week to describe the complete antithesis of Gobi desert calm, then the heaving sweaty crowds of Douala airport baggage reclaim would have borne an uncanny similarity to my forthcoming suggestion. Add to that an untimely electricity blackout the precise moment our 46 bags began emerging on the baggage conveyor belt and you have yet another fantastic welcome to the next country in Human Planet’s relentless agenda.
Cameroon was to be but a brief encounter. We travelled here in order to connect with a Dornier 228 fixed wing plane that we chartered to fly into the Central African Republic this morning. It all seems like a dream to me now as I sit typing this, accompanied by the gentle honk of a nearby hornbill and a cool breeze on my face. After flying over continuous jungle for 2 hours we are now finally in its midst. Staying one night here in a lodge by the banks of the river Sangha before moving onto our jungle camp tomorrow and an exciting chance to spend a couple of weeks with the pygmy Bayaka tribe.
I've heard the spiders are THIS big !
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