Bound for Khartoum Once More 



our walk to Gondokoro — the last trek in Uganda 

 I expect I shall ever do. I don't know that I'm 

 altogether sorry in a way. It's true my first 

 march through with Churchill ended in the great- 

 est luck I've ever had — being attached to the 

 Egyptian army — but, barring trekking, it's the only 

 country I have ever been quite knocked over in, 

 as regards being ill, since I have served in the 

 East. India everyone knows : Somaliland was 

 beautifijlly dry and healthy; East Africa's climate 

 is "top hole" — you can't wish for a better any- 

 where in the Highlands; but I'm afraid I don't take 

 away a good impression of Uganda, and I think 

 the majority of my brother officers there will bear 

 me out. However, least said soonest mended ! 



On leaving Nimule, I was determined to carry 

 out a project that I had long had before me. 

 This was to cross to the Congo side of the Nile 

 and see what the country there was made of 

 It is the piece of land [sic^ leased to the Belgians 

 called the Lado Enclave. As it is to be taken 

 over by the Sudan Government when certain 

 contingencies arise, I thought a little knowledge 

 might be of value. 



The difficulty was to get across the Nile. 

 There was no one to say me nay over the way ; 

 but the rapids formed a serious obstacle, because 

 there might not be canoe owners willing to cross 

 the turbulent waters. Well, this was accom- 

 plished without any great difficulty, through the 



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