Forget about Mbale. Kapchworwa is beautiful. It is serenely quiet, green and cold. It is raised on high and waltzes thick with life. The hills and the rounding corners are nothing compared to the clean air that runs through your nostrils from the time you cross the line after Sironko that point when your eyes can afford to zoom in the sight of the waterfalls … Continue reading Uphill to the Sipi Falls