The title is really all the explanation needed, but here is a little more info on our gorilla hike today: We seemed very fit, and were put into a group of overall 8 people who had to walk a very long time. Down, up, down, up, down, up, and some more down... First we felt flattered, but I soon was worried that I, the youngest of the group, would have to make everyone break for me, when my breath was coming in short stabs. The weather was lovely however and after some time, our ranger was kind enough to stop. We also had to guys for security with us, with very large guns, but very friendly smiles. They specifically told us that the guns were needed and that we didn't need to be worried. I am guessing that man tourists looked more than a little afraid before. After five weeks in Rwanda, guns don't worry me too much anymore though. (Is that good or bad?) At the time of our break, probably 45-60 min into our hike, the scouts had still not located the gorilla family we were