And there she was. The hairiest, oldest and smallest mother of two I had ever encountered. Her name was Gremlin, and she was relaxed despite being completely naked. We were deep in the equatorial forests of Gombe National Park in northwestern Tanzania – and Gremlin was a chimpanzee.
Some of just a few thousand chimps left in the wild, Gremlin and her children were gambolling on the forest floor, all eyes, long arms and fascinatingly flat faces, going about their daily forage.
Gombe is as famous for its chimps as it is for their custodian for nearly 40 years, British primatologist Dr Jane Goodall. Her discovery in 1960 that chimpanzees make and use tools is still considered one of the greatest achievements of 20th-century scholarship.
To be honest, my friend Hugh and I hadn’t planned on seeing the chimps. I’d been keener to see gorillas, but that proved to be prohibitively expensive at over R20,000 per person for a morning. Then we’d bumped into a dear British couple at the beach lodge we were staying at, and they’d urged us to see the chimps. They had just returned, flushed with excitement at the profundity of gazing into the eyes of our closest living relatives.
We went with gorilla-lite and hired a local motorboat plus driver – at fair expense – to get to Gombe National Park. We passed the busy port of Kigoma, Tanzania’s northernmost town on the lake, and against a backdrop of gorgeous forest-clad mountains, passed a string of lakeshore fishing villages.
Lake Tanganyika – and all the African Great Lakes – is at its highest level in more than 80 years, so there are fewer beaches and places to jetty. But we got to Gombe, paid for our chimp trek and met our guide, Isiah.
Gombe was one of the last places on earth to see chimps in the wild, said Isiah, who has been working here for 14 years. And when we saw them, we would need to be totally quiet and wear masks to prevent any disease transmission.
Moving on up
At Gombe, the only way is up. So we climbed straight up and into the deep forest. It was steep and humid, and, in some parts, we had to cling to vines and clamber over mossy boulders. We saw red and white colobus monkeys, vervets and olive baboons. We saw waterfalls and rivers, amazing views and tropical creepers decorating the ancient trees. But there wasn’t a chimp in sight.
It was late; they were too far away, and we would try again in the morning, said Isiah, bravely managing our expectations. We clambered dismally down the slopes.
“This might be the most expensive hike we’ve ever been on,” said Hugh.
Later, we drank some warm beers and ate the scrawniest chicken meal ever. It was cooked outside under the trees where a snake was also hanging out. Things were not looking good.
We set out again the following morning, my knees audibly creaking as I cursed Hugh, who pranced about like a klipspringer. We headed up into the forests, then sideways into deep jungle, then up again, then sideways, then up. And then all the way back down again at speed. The trackers had radioed to say they had spotted the chimps.
We finally reached the trackers, a team of researchers and a group of Panamanian tour guides we’d met several days earlier in a remote village called Sitaleke.
Then we saw the chimps. Gremlin and her babies came down from the trees and started moving slowly across the forest floor. Here were our closest living relatives, with whom we share 99% of our DNA.
“When man in times of need seeks deeper knowledge concerning himself,” wrote the late South African anthropologist Robert Ardrey, “he must explore those animal horizons from which we have made our quick little march.”
Isiah quietly explained how Gremlin was the oldest mother on chimp record and how she was part of one of several troops on Gombe. Gremlin knew Jane Goodall and still recognised her when she last visited a few months back.
Famous visitor
Goodall first came to Gombe as a 26-year-old.
“Equipped with little more than a notebook, binoculars and her fascination with wildlife, she braved a realm of unknowns to give the world a remarkable window into humankind’s closest living relatives.”
So says the Jane Goodall Institute’s website, which continues to raise awareness about the plight of the chimps.
The little more that she was equipped with, however, was bananas. On the walls of the small museum (which was once Goodall’s camp), there is a fascinating explanation of how bananas were used to establish the first relationships with the chimps and how this then had to be managed as the chimps found ever-resourceful ways to steal the bananas.
Much later, with full hearts, we chugged away from Gombe in our small boat back to Jakobsens Beach Lodge. We made quick use of their cold beer delivery service and chatted to two boisterous brothers from Uruguay who had been travelling for a decade around the world on public transport. We also met the resident zebra, who was intent on giving Hugh a love bite.
That night we watched the sun set over the lake.
We were now more than three weeks into our Epic Road Trip, 3,000km from home and blissing out on unfamiliarity. The architecture, the people, the language, the scenery, the currency and even the time zone had changed.
In Kigoma, tuk-tuks and motorbikes were the main form of public transport. And Tanzania has a Muslim woman president!
It was absolutely fabulous; that delicious time in a traveller’s heart where there was no real past or future.
Text and photography | Bridget Hilton-Barber
For more information, go to newsite.kigomabeach.com, janegoodall.org and tanzaniaparks.go.tz.
The Epic Road Trip was sponsored by ClemenGold Gin.
