Africa, and Muhabura Volcano

May 31, 2024

Earlier in the year, my parents had decided it would be a great idea to take me and my sister, along with our boyfriends to Africa. Having this trip offered to us meant we couldn’t say no, and jumped on the opportunity to see new places as a family! 

We began our trip in Kenya doing very cool driving safaris, before switching up the ecosystem to jungle trekking for gorillas in Rwanda. Although unrelated to this mountain, I’ll drop some photos in here because Africa is just so cool!!!

Because this was a family trip, Francis and I were totally okay with going along for whatever, and figured no summits or big hikes were involved. However when we arrived in Rwanda we found out there was an extra day set aside in the plan for exactly that! We of course jumped at the chance, immediately looking at gaia and trip reports to scope out our options. 

There are five big volcanoes in Volcano National Park, and they all border either the DRC, Uganda, or both. We immediately ruled out the biggest one: Kirisimbi, since it’s a mandatory two days, and then subsequently ruled out Bisoke since despite the amazing views, the true summit is across the border and you can only get to a lookout. There was a similar issue with Subenyo: despite being a cool scramble, there was sadly no trail from the Rwandan side. This left us with two options: Gahinga, or Muhabura. 

Muhabura is the second tallest volcano, and Gahinga is the smallest. By doing Gahinga, we’d get a summit, not much altitude sickness, a fun and easier day out, and probably be able to avoid the mid afternoon heavy rain storms. That said, Muhabura provided a much more exciting challenge.

By chosing Muhabura though, we faced an extra restriction. Despite it being an absolutely massive day, there is a time limit: if you’re not on the summit by 1pm, you must turn around. I suppose this is due to the guides not having headlamps or wanting to be out past dark. This time limit is made even harder by the fact that you can’t actually start hiking until 9am when the guides are ready at the National Park check-in area. This means you must be able to complete 1800m elevation in less than 4 hours. I’ve done many days this big back home, but certainly not at high altitude, or in that short time frame.

That said, we were still super keen. When we told our trip guide and hotel staff though, they laughed at us, saying that apparently many tourists try to go up it and are simply too tired or not fit enough to do it in time. “Their hearts just give out” they told us. This only made me want to do it more, but of course I didn’t want to pay all the money to hike the mountain only to be turned around. 

In Rwanda, unlike Canada, you definitely can’t show up and just hike. It’s mandatory to hire a driver, a guide, and to go with escorts from the Rwandan army! For those curious, this set us back 150USD (cash) for the driver, 100USD for the hiking permit (paid by card at the park entrance), and around $30-$40 in tips for guides etc. We’d better go and make it worth it!

On the morning of our hike, we showed up as early as possible. The rest of my family met up with their group for Bisoke Mountain hike, while Francis and were unsurprisingly the only ones assigned to our guide. Our guide’s name was Jon, and gave us all the necessary warnings we’d already heard, before excitedly telling us he was so happy we’d signed up – we were the first group to do so in 4 months!

We then hurriedly met up with our driver so we could start heading over to the trailhead. Our driver, Alex, was very friendly, and quickly made friends with our guide who he’d never met before either. On the drive, him and Jon told us that the mountain name “Muhabura” means “The Guide” in their local language: Kinyarwanda. It got its name because despite being the second highest, it’s the one that’s the easiest to see from all nearby towns in Rwanda, so many groups through history have used it for navigation.

We began our hike (as expected) around 9am, allowing our guide Jon to set the pace through the farmland until we reached the forest. The edge of the forest marks the beginning of Volcanos National Park, and it’s there that we met up with our army escorts as well. It wasn’t very clear to me why they were necessary since Rwanda is on friendly terms with Uganda, but from the sounds of it, the hikers from the Ugandan side also do the same, and we wouldn’t want to be the only ones unarmed.

Muhabura Volcano from the road

Our guide setting off up the trail

Me setting off into the forest

Setting off into the forest is when the real hill began. The volcano is almost perfectly shaped, meaning once the steep angle is set, you can bet you’ll be hiking with the same amount of effort all day. The army escorts took off ahead of us quickly, and we didn’t see them again until the summit – but two of them stayed behind to guard our tail. Francis immediately put me in front to set the pace, because the last thing we’d want is me exhausting myself early on trying to keep up with him. 

The warm-up was difficult with the heat and humidity in the forest, but once I got into a rhythm it was easier to turn my brain off and send my mind elsewhere while we walked. Jon was very encouraging, saying how impressed he was at our pace. Most tourists apparently take off as fast as possible, and then tire out long before they reach the summit. Despite trying to slow tourists down, he hadn’t guided a successful group in more than 2 years. He said at the speed we were going, there was no doubt we’d make it before 1pm. Good stuff to hear! But can’t get too excited… must… keep… grinding!!

We were making great time, in two hours (11am) we were already done the first 1000m of elevation gain, making it about 500m for every hour. I was even impressed with myself to be honest, I wasn’t taking any breaks, and at my delicate but consistent pace I wasn’t really needing them either. We finally stopped for a snack around 3300m in a nice meadow overlooking the landscape below. 

Even our guide Jon was sweating buckets by this point, but much to his astonishment, my lovely boyfriend Francis hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. His forehead was dry while the rest of us were getting worked!!! I tried to laugh it off but we all know deep down I’m immensely jealous that I’m not a man sometimes. Lol. 

Jon bit into a whole mango, while I ate a boiled egg, an apple, and swallowed down a juice box. The packed snacks in this country are very comical to me, but who am I to complain about fresh fruit. It’s heavy, but there’s no doubt it’s refreshing!

Reaching the meadow around 3000m

Pretty wildflowers!

Some more unique looking plants

We’d been warned, but I certainly was not prepared for this next section of the hike. Despite it being (of course) the same grade of steepness, above 3500m I truly started to feel a decrease in quality of oxygen, and my pace slowed down to nearly a crawl. I took numerous breaks, but nothing stopped the increasing nausea. Francis was endlessly encouraging of course, but there was not much he could do as I became slower and slower. It was good I’d had a snack already, because I no longer felt like eating, let alone drinking anything. 

It took me more than an hour to complete the next 500m elevation, and it was quickly beginning to approach our cutoff at 1pm. Jon was feeling a lot less optimistic about me making it now, but he held his tongue until it was close to 1pm. We were now only 200m(distance) from the summit, but I think he was also worried about our speed on the descent. 

He suggested maybe we split up, so at least Francis can get his summit, and I can take a break or start heading down to where I’ll have a lot more oxygen. If you know me though, you will know how truly enraged this type of statement makes me. I do NOT like being told I can’t do something that other people can. I like to set my own limits thank you very much. Maybe my worst trait is how stubborn I am, but my best one is that I truly believe that my body can do anything I set my mind to. 

I didn’t outwardly disagree with Jon, but silently pushed my way ahead of him on the trail. Francis lent me his hiking stick so I’d now have two, and I took off at the pace my mind wanted to be at, ignoring every single muscle, my lungs, and my heart, who all told me to stop. I turned off every thought in my brain, so much so that I outpaced even our guide Jon for the next 100m. Our military guides upon seeing what was happening, were thrilled, and they shouted encouragement at me as I caught up with them close to the summit. Francis was hot on my tail, and on the last slope he enthusiastically took off, no longer concerned about me or my pace. 

When I crested on to the summit, my lungs were screaming at me, but I was out of breath in the happiest way I’d ever been. I had the absolute biggest shit eating grin on my face as I collapsed into the soft grass. Jon came up with the other military escorts a few seconds later. 

– Wow! What happened? he said

– I really don’t like being told no! I laughed

There was another group on the summit – a very large group of Ugandans who’d come up the mountain from the other side, and who of course had their own military escorts. We walked over to the other side of the small crater lake for a snack, while our military guides sat in the grass with their Ugandan counterparts. 

Jon offered me some celebratory tea that his wife had made him, since I still was too nauseous to stomach more food. The tea was incredible, and when we asked what flavour it was, he said it was just called “African tea” We thought that seemed pretty unspecific and pressed him for more details, but he said any restaurant would know what we’re talking about. Sure enough, such a thing really does exist in East Africa! It’s a mix of chai, black tea, and many local spices that everyone seems to make slightly differently, and it’s best taken with milk.

Me grinding up the hardest part of the day. I think you can tell from the clouds how high we are!

Last little push to the summit 🙂

Gorgeous lake up top

We did it! 🙂

Another view of the lake up top

Selfie with Jon 🙂

Rwandan Summit Sign

Ugandan Summit Sign

Looking over towards the other two smaller volcanoes (Gahinga, Subenyo)

After enough time to catch our breath and take some photos with the summit signs (both Ugandan and Rwandan), it was time to make our way down. It was a treat to be hiking back now for several reasons. The air was getting thicker, I was getting much less nauseous, and best of all the views looking DOWN the mountain are much better! From up here it looks like you’re in an airplane, being at eye level with the clouds, and you can clearly see the Rwanda/Uganda border as far as the horizon line goes.

As we descended in elevation, I started feeling so much better that I was able to really speed up our pace. I think the hiking time limit for Muhabura accounts for parties that are the same speed or slower on the way down, but once we hit the forest I broke out into a light jog. The soldiers behind me were so shocked and I could hear them giggling to themselves in surprise as they kept pace with me. No one put up any complaints and so we maintained our speed the rest of the way down the mountain back to the soldier’s station, descending the full 1800m in just under 2 hours. They seemed to be most blown away by our descent time, and I think after going so slow on the way up they didn’t expect to be jogging home. As much as this is impressive for me though, I can’t forget to mention that when we asked how heavy the soldier’s gear was, they estimated about 70lb…. So really they run up and down this mountain all the time with more than half my bodyweight. THAT is impressive!

Back at the car, our driver Alex was also surprised to see us so early. He said when he heard we wanted to do the big volcano he left to get food since he thought he’d be waiting around much longer. Our turn-around time was just over 6 hours, and I think he was pretty stoked to make it home to his family for dinner.

All in all, this might be single handedly the most impressed I’ve ever been with myself, which sounds stupid I guess, but I think I will allow myself to be proud just this once. 🙂

Francis starting the descent

More cool trees near the top

Jon waiting patiently for me :))

Francis descending

Back into the beautiful forest 🙂