Please log into your account to access the digital issue.
East Africa: Among Gorillas, Lions and Elephants

Text: Ramona Eichhorn • Photography: Ramona Eichhorn, Uwe Krauss

A washed-out track that winds through green banana plantations to the Ugandan border has led us here. And once inside the post on the Kenyan side, it's obvious we've committed the serious offense of disturbing a well-fed immigration officer during his power nap. Call out the guards!

On the border between Kenya and Uganda, north of Mount Elgon
While he checks our passports, his sleepy expression changes to astonishment. He flips through all of the pages again before asking us where the incoming stamps and visas are.

Our attempt at a satisfactory explanation involves another retelling of our hairy escape from being the hostages of a hostile Ethiopian war tribe in the remote Omo region before we finally managed to cross the "green border" into Kenya. The police had taken down our personal details on a piece of scrap paper that disappeared in one of their many drawers. And, of course, no one on either side had ever heard of the need to have incoming stamps in order to leave the back-end of beyond.

The uniformed authority wipes at beads of sweat on his forehead and the look in his eyes is all too familiar. He's not about to pass up this golden opportunity to augment his lousy salary. Leaning forward, a vision of smug superiority, he informs us that the law has just changed. Starting this year, Germans also need to provide visas. The syllogism followed that we had therefore stayed illegally in Kenya; and although he believed it entirely possible that we hadn't heard of this new regulation, ignorance of the law certainly didn't protect us from punishment.

If he wanted, he said, he could take us to court, which would cost us a lot of money. He looks down, surveying us - we're floured and baked in dust and road grime - to estimate how much that might come to, at least $ 1,500 each, he concludes. As if this prospect wasn't terrible enough, he adds more horrors to the scenario: "Of course, I would have to lock you up until the trial. African prisons are hell on earth... Months could pass by. Your motorbikes would be confiscated as well."

With the hook now firmly set, he watches as alarm and panic do their work before he shows these dangerous criminals his merciful side. "But you know, today is your lucky day. On Sundays, the prison is closed."

(End of preview text.)

For the complete touring article, including facts & information, map(s), and GPS files, please purchase the May/June 2005 back issue.