Rwanda asked us to slow down. We climbed through bamboo and rain, following trackers into a green so dense it seemed to glow. Then the forest shifted and there they were: a family of mountain gorillas, close enough to hear every leaf tear. For one hour, nobody needed to say much. Even the camera shutter felt loud.
Chapter 03 · Trek · Rwanda
Into the emerald bush
Mud to the knees, mist in the canopy, and one astonishing hour with mountain gorillas.
From the camera roll