Inveterate traveller and quiet explorer, Ros Freeman, embeds herself with a family of Ugandan mountain gorillas
The midday sun beat down hard as we trudged through the jungle, slipping and sliding in the mud. We went uphill; at elevation, each step was a labour. Stopping to admire a butterfly, we were assailed by a nest of stinging wasps. Further along, a disturbed ant nest resulted in many bites. We then brushed against stinging nettles.





