Uganda is where the wild still feels truly wild. I stood in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest, watching mist curl through the trees while gorillas moved like shadows just beyond reach. The air was thick, green, alive.

The Nile crashes through Murchison Falls with a force that seems timeless. In Queen Elizabeth National Park, lions rest in the branches, and the calls of strange birds echo across the savanna. I remember the quiet of tea fields at dawn, and the jagged peaks of the Rwenzoris rising into the clouds. And in the south, the bird islands on the lake seem like a world long forgotten.

Uganda isn’t polished. It’s a place where nature still holds the upper hand, and adventure comes with muddy boots and a racing heart.