That morning, we woke up to our final Ugandan sunrise. Golden light spilled across the Kyambura escarpment, casting long, dreamy shadows over Queen Elizabeth National Park. From the deck of Pumba Safari Cottages, coffee in hand, we watched the wilderness slowly stir to life—elephants grazing in the distance, birds soaring lazily across the savanna sky. It was hard to believe the journey was coming to an end.

After breakfast, we packed up the vehicle one last time—bags a little heavier, hearts a lot fuller. The drive from the Pumba Cottages to Entebbe took about six and a half hours, covering roughly 400 kilometers, but the scenery, as always in Uganda, kept us captivated.

Rolling hills gave way to patchworks of farmland, vibrant villages bustled with daily life, and roadside markets were a blaze of African color. 

We arrived at Tilapia Lodge, nestled on the shores of Lake Victoria, just in time for lunch. The air felt different here—humid, a little salty, tinged with the knowing calm of a journey’s end. Tilapia Lodge welcomed us with the same serene charm it had at the beginning of our adventure, like a familiar friend waiting at the finish line.

Lunch was simple but perfect—grilled tilapia (of course), and icy sodas to cool the afternoon heat.

As the shadows grew longer, we loaded up once more and crossed over to Entebbe by boat and then drove to Entebbe International Airport. Our evening flight to Kenya felt both premature and perfectly timed. It was one of those departures that made you stare a little longer out the window, hoping the landscape would imprint itself on your heart.

We left Uganda not with sadness, but with immense gratitude. This country—raw, wild, and endlessly beautiful—had given us more than we’d hoped for. It had offered us the hush of the forest, the distant roar of lions, the tranquility of crater lakes, and the deep connection that comes from shared adventure.

And just like that, the circle closed.

There were journeys I planned—and then there were journeys that changed me. This East African road trip had been a bit of both. Alongside Rebeeca and Ajith, we mapped out a route, and despite a few hiccups (as there always are), I pulled it off.

Over 14 days, I crossed borders and ecosystems, tracked lions through Kenya’s golden plains, wandered into Tanzania’s verdant heart, locked eyes with mountain gorillas in Uganda’s misty jungles, and watched the sun melt behind crater lakes that looked too perfect to be real. From the rare sighting of a caracal and serval cats in the Maasai Mara to an up-close moment with a prehistoric shoebill in Uganda, the journey overflowed with surprises and unforgettable encounters. Each day offered something I didn’t know I was searching for.

This hadn’t just been a road trip—it was a masterclass in letting go. Of control. Of schedules. Of Wi-Fi. I learned that detours often held the best memories. That 4x4s get stuck—and that’s okay. That red dirt is stubborn, food tastes better after long drives, and water doesn’t always come out of taps. That some companions don’t necessarily make good travellers. And that when an African guide says it’ll take an hour, it’s almost certainly going to be over three.

The Journey:

East Africa Bound – Maasai Mara, Kenya
I landed in Nairobi and dove straight into the wild beauty of the Maasai Mara.

From the Wild to the Waters – Lake Naivasha, Kenya
Boat rides, hippo sightings, and a gentle shift before crossing into Tanzania.

Mount Kilimanjaro in the Frame – Amboseli, Kenya
Wide plains, massive herds of elephants, and Mount Kilimanjaro towering in the distance—Amboseli left a lasting impression.

Craters and Contrasts – Ngorongoro, Tanzania
From Maasai to the breathtaking rim of the crater—Tanzania showed off her wild side.

Where the Equator Splits the Sky – Entebbe, Uganda
I touched down in my 56th country and the start of a new chapter.

From Forest Trails to Gorilla Tales – Bwindi, Uganda
A misty trek through tangled jungle, and the magic of meeting mountain gorillas.

Dust & Detours – Queen Elizabeth National Park, Uganda
Open savannas, crater lakes, and a slower rhythm of wildlife encounters.

Safari Dreams: The Heart of East Africa
Entebbe faded below as the plane ascended, and with it, a piece of my heart remained behind in East Africa.

The adventure ended not with fanfare, but with the quiet hum of airplane engines and a heart full of moments I’d never forget. I came searching for wildlife, wonder, and wild places—and left with so much more: sun-kissed skin, dust-streaked boots, and stories I’ll be telling for years.

As the plane took off from Jomo Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi towards home, I knew that a part of me would always remain in East Africa—where the skies stretched wide, the lions roared far off in the grasslands, and the road always promised more.

Until next time, East Africa.
Safari njema.

Next year’s adventure is already calling. If this trip sparked something in you, wait till you see what’s coming. It’ll be just as wild, just as unforgettable. Text or email me for the details—let’s write another story worth telling.