Day 8: QEP
Early morning wake-up and night departure—we still haven’t seen what the lodge looks like. I had a bit of trouble spotting where the entrance gates to QEP (Queen Elizabeth Park—I’ll write it out in full just this once!) were. I have to say, this park is quite special because there are villages inside it. The main (paved) road runs right through it. Before even entering the heart of the park, you can come across elephants, buffaloes, and antelopes. So, I wasn’t entirely sure where to book. I ended up choosing a lodge recommended by Paul, but it turned out to be about forty minutes from the park entrance.
Despite that, we arrived relatively early and started the game drive, which today turned out to be a *Lion King* remake (in Uganda).
Paul set the scene for us:
After a few kilometers on the main track, we stopped alongside another 4x4. A lion was lying just a few meters away. We quickly noticed that one of his paws was cleanly severed. He walks on three legs because, as a cub, he got caught in a poacher’s trap. He’s survived all these years, thanks in part to his brother. They’ve lived together for years.
After taking some photos and more 4x4s arriving, we moved on and soon came across the family we’d seen the day before—two lionesses and three teenagers. They were a bit closer than yesterday, but Paul thought things might change.
Note that driving off-track is prohibited, except, of course, for rangers (this will be important later). Today, a ranger vehicle was following this little group.
Suddenly, we spotted a handsome male lion behind them, about fifty meters away from the group.
After a moment of rest, the group started moving again, slightly toward our track.
So, the 4x4s present moved forward, and Paul anticipated a bit. The rangers’ 4x4 followed (much closer), and so did the male.
At that moment, Paul told us that this was the handicapped lion’s brother—he’s the one in charge!

The brother
Not far away, a lovely herd of buffaloes grazed peacefully (saying that makes it sound like a postcard!).
Twice, the group stopped, and the brother did the same, always keeping his distance.
Then, calmly, he approached the group. With our mischievous minds, we thought he was looking for a conquest (we didn’t put it in those terms).
He passed the group and moved a little farther away.
Paul was very surprised because, after talking to another ranger who was there (on a motorcycle), he told us the brother’s intention wasn’t to mate but to kill one of the cubs—his own offspring—to become the territory’s master.
And what was bound to happen, happened. Everyone was shocked. It lasted only a few seconds, and we didn’t have time to film it all.
Suddenly, the brother (are you still following?) attacked the group. What followed was a quick but incredibly violent fight, with a cloud of dust and deafening roars. We couldn’t see anything, but we could hear it.
Meanwhile, the herd of buffaloes (and no, it wasn’t just a postcard) started attacking everyone (when I said it was *The Lion King*, I didn’t mean with wildebeests but with buffaloes).
I can tell you, it was loud.
Luckily, the rangers in the 4x4 quickly drove toward the buffaloes, making them change course—otherwise, they might have killed all the lions.
It all lasted less than a minute, but what a story!
Once the buffaloes were scattered and the dust settled, we tried to assess the situation.
The brother had moved away, two cubs quickly rejoined the lionesses, but the heir was missing! (It sounds dramatic to call him that.)
We could see the lionesses searching, but no luck!

A mother searching for her son
They continued on their way and soon crossed the track in front of us, passing between the 4x4s. We followed them for a while, then stopped when they were too far to film.
What a scene!
Paul suggested we head to another part of the park with different vegetation and plenty of trees that could potentially shelter leopards.
So, we turned around and left the other 4x4s behind. We passed the spot of “the scene” again and drove about 500 meters farther.
And of course, the story ends there because just a few meters away, we found “the heir,” alone and looking lost, with three claw marks on his thigh.

The heir
We wanted to point him in the direction of the rest of the group, but no one volunteered to whisper in his ear.
Maybe he’ll meet Timon or Pumba?
Paul reassured us a bit. Since this family is closely monitored by rangers, they’ll make sure he finds his way back.
Really, what a story.
The rest of the game drive was much calmer. Nature took its course.
At 1 p.m., we headed toward the park exit and the dock for a cruise on the Kazinga Channel.
This time, we had a small boat. It got close to the banks, which was great. Our guide, Zoé, was passionate and really wanted to show us as much as possible.
First, easy—an elephant drinking. Then hippos, crocodiles, buffaloes, and antelopes.

Harder—she helped us spot birds, each more beautiful than the last, and then we saw monitor lizards.
The cruise lasted two hours and was truly a kaleidoscope of wildlife.
Afterward, once Paul picked us up, he rushed to a part of the park we didn’t know, in the opposite direction from the entrance.
We drove and drove, then he stopped and pointed out two lions in the trees. They were about fifty meters away, but it was still quite strange.
Paul really has an impressive network!
With our heads full of images, we headed back toward the (official) park entrance in search of leopards.
Less lucky this time—we didn’t see any big cats in the late afternoon, but once again, plenty of animal scenes that make us love Africa.
Back to the lodge.
Hey! It’s dark! Still haven’t seen the lodge!
Drinks, dinner, bedtime.
The +++: *The Lion King* Ugandan edition
The +: Gorillas – Chimpanzees – Rhinos – Lions in trees – Shoebill.
The -: Nothing, nada, nothing, Nichego, nichts, tewali, hech narsa, hakuna kitu