The world’s entire mountain gorilla population can prevail in just three locations:
In Uganda, mountain gorillas are sighted only in two protected places: Bwindi Impenetrable National Park and Mgahinga National Park.
In Rwanda, these primates can be discernible in the Volcanoes National Park.
In the Democratic Republic of Congo, mountain gorillas can be discernible around Virunga National Park.
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Mountain gorilla tracking and trekking can be conducted all year round in Uganda, Rwanda and Congo. June, July, August, September and December are the best time to enjoy the offered itinerary during the safaris. During those months, fewer rains and the parks are drier, making it simple to traverse and see the mountain gorillas. In Bwindi Impenetrable National Park, the average temperature throughout the year is 11°C/52°F in the morning and 23°C/73°F in the afternoon.
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