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  • Bis auf die ca. 25 km Fahrstrecke für mich (aus Kampala kommend) ist das neue Gelände von CHAIN ein wirklich toller und friedvoller Ort. Man erlebt sattes Grün und lernt viele exotische Pflanzen kennen (verschiedenen Bananensorten, Jackfruit, etc). Im Laufe des Jahres wurde ein (erstes) Haus und ein Holzpavillon errichtet. Da rund um das Gelände viele Familien wohnen (und Ugandas Bevölkerung aus über 50% unter 15 Jähriger besteht) mangelt es nicht an Kindern die täglich vorbei kommen um zu spielen. Dies liegt auch an dem Fakt, dass sie Wasser an einem nah gelegenen kleinen Tümpel für Ihre Familien holen dessen Weg direkt am Gelände vorbeiführt. Sie können Fußball spielen, es gibt eine Schaukel und sogar ein Volleyballnetz (das aus Holzpfählen und gefolchtenem Garn in den letzten Wochen entstanden ist).Read more

  • Gestartet bin ich mit einem Mix an Aufgaben und Tätigkeiten. Ein guter Einstieg um die Kinder näher kennenzulernen wat der Kidsday an meinem ersten Sonntag. Es gab Spiele, einen Workshop bei dem die Kinder Seife selber hergestellt haben und Austausch zu verschiedenen Themen aus ihrem Alltag. Teilweise gestaltete sich der Austausch jedoch etwas schwierig, da nicht alle Kinder englisch sprechen und nur ein Teil des Teams die Sprache Luganda beherrscht. Initiiert haben diesen Tag Ecaterina und Victor, zwei Volunteere aus Romänien und Dänemark. Ansonsten habe ich im neu entstehenden Garten einiges helfen können und arbeite jetzt jeweils 2/3 Tage unter der Woche von Kampala aus an Website und einer neuen Kommunikationstrategie für CHAIN.Read more

  • Ich bin dankbar für den entspannten Einstieg. Dieser wurde nicht nur durch die flexible Arbeitszeit & -orts-Regelung mit CHAIN möglich, sondern vor allem auch durch das Haus, in dem ich wohne (und arbeite). Das Haus liegt in Kampala im Stadtteil Bukoto und bietet einen guten Rückzugsort, wenn man vom Trubel der Stadt – der Lautstärke/ Gerüche und ständigen Aufmerksamkeit (wegen der weißen Hautfarbe) – mal wieder Abstand braucht. Und selbst wenn das Haus relativ nah an einer stark befahrenen Straße sowie diverser Bars und Restaurants liegt, ist ein deutlicher Unterschied spürbar. Leider sind die Grundstücke rundherum alle eingezäunt, wie auf einem Hochsicherheitsgelände und nachts lärmen die Hunde der Nachbarn. Die (gefühlte) Sicherheit wird in Kampala aber nunmal groß geschrieben. So gehört die Rucksackkontrolle und der Körperscan zur normalen Prozedur beim Betreten von Supermärkten, Bars oder Kirchen. Dafür fühlt man sich hier erstaunlich sicher und kann sich ohne große Gedanken auch abends noch im Kino treffen oder zum Essen verabreden.Read more

  • Durch die unterschiedlichen Kontakte zu Botschaften/ Goethe Institut/ GIZ und anderen NGOs (durch die Arbeitsverhältnisse meiner Mitbewohner) hatte ich bereits tolle Möglichkeiten bei der Filmpremiere zu „Wrong Elements“ oder Ausstellungen dabei zu sein. So hab ich schnell einiges an Hintergrund zu Land & Leuten sowie der Arbeit der unterschiedlichen Organisationen erfahren können. Die Dokumentation „Wrong Elements“ ist jedoch nix für sanfte Gemüter - meiner Ansicht nach aber ein guter Ansatz zur Aufarbeitung und Aufklärung der schlimmen Vergehen des LRA, einer paramilitärischen Terrorgruppe. Unter Initiative und Leitung von J. Kony wurden im Norden Ugandas seit 1987 lang Kinder und Jugendliche entführt, in den Sudan verschleppt und für den Dienst an der Waffe zwangsverpflichtet. Auch wenn Kony nach wie vor als gesucht gilt, ist die LRA glücklicherweise zerschlagen worden. Trotzdem ist es ein schweres Schicksal für die wenigen überlebenden Rückkehrer, mit den, in ihrer Jugend im Namen eines Wahnsinnigen, ausgeführten Bluttaten zu leben. Den Platz zurück in der Gesellschaft zu finden, teilweise umgeben von ehemaligen Feinden, ist wirklich nicht leicht. Etwas leichtere Kost und ein toller Einstieg mit Impressionen aus der Lebenswirklichkeit vieler Menschen rund um Kampala ist die Biografie/ Disneykomödie „Queen of Katwe“. Die Frage ist jedoch wann und wo dieser Film in Deutschland zu sehen sein wird? Vielleicht kann ich mich aber im Rahmen eines Uganda-Rückblicks (nach meiner Rückkunft) um eine DVD oder ähnliches kümmern :)Read more

  • Ohne Tram, U- und S-Bahn oder Busfahrpläne weiß der öffentliche Nahverkehr in Uganda trotzdem zu überzeugen. Denn bis auf den täglichen Verkehrsinfakt zu den berufsverkehrzeiten Richtung Kampala-Downtown funktioniert das System erstaunlich gut. Die dominierenden Fortbewegungsmittel sind Matatus (Taxibusse) sowie Boda-Bodas (Motoräder für 1-2 Personen). Eher exotisch ist das klassische Taxi, das sich neben der neu erstarkten privaten Konkurrenz durch die Uber-App, behaupten muss. Und das war’s schon: Beförderung in fast jede Himmelsrichtung und zu fast jeder Tageszeit garantiert! Und das (zumindest für Europäer) zu sehr überschaubaren Preisen.
    Wenn ich mich auf mache zum Gelände von CHAIN, stehen entweder in der kleinen Straße vor unserem Haus oder an der nah gelegenen Hauptstraße immer Boda-Boda-Fahrer bereit. Nach kurzer Preisabsprache lasse ich mich entweder zum nächst gelegenen Sammelpunkt der Taxibusse (Matatus) bringen oder gleich direkt zur Gayaza Road am nördlichen Ende von Kampala. Dort wimmelt es förmlich an Matatus und länger als 3 Minuten musste ich auf einen Platz im Bus nie warten. Die Definition eines Busplatzes ist hier jedoch auch eine besondere. Denke ich an die langen Linienbusse bspw. in Frankfurt und deren großzügige Aufteilung der Sitzplätze, transportieren die max. ein Drittel so langen Busse die selben Kapazitäten, durch Belegung des Fahrzeugraums bis zur letzten kleinsten Lücke. Bei der oft gähnenden Leere der Busline 44 bei uns in F-Fechenheim transportiert ein Matatu im Tagesdruchnitt sicher sogar mehr Insassen. Richtige Haltestellen oder Anschriebe zum Fahrziels gibt es bei den Bussen nicht, dafür meist eine Beklebung mit “Praise The Lord” oder "God bless U” etc :) Haltepunkte werden flexibel durch das Klopfen der Insassen gegen die Decke bestimmt. Die Richtung wird durch den Verlauf der Hauptstraße bestimmt, eher selten gibt es Linien, die links oder rechts auf eine andere Straße wechseln. Abends sollte man sich im ländlichen Gebieten jedoch rechtzeitig vor Anbruch der Dunkelheit zur Straße begeben, weil es sonst schon mal dauern kann oder sehr sehr eng wird. So kam es nicht selten vor das ich zum Feierabend in Kiwenda mit 22 anderen Personen in einem Matatu saß (welches 14 normale Sitzplätze besitzt). Da fährt der Kontakter, der für das Einsammeln der Fahrtkosten und dem lautstarken umwerben freier Plätze zuständig ist, auch schon mal auf der hintern Stoßstange mit ;)
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  • Mir gefällt das Essen in Uganda, auch wenn es traditionell leider sehr kohlenhydratlastig ausfällt, was für mich mittlerweile eine festen wöchentlichen Sportprogramm nach sich zieht 😉 Die Zusammensetzung eines typischen Gerichts spricht mit seinen Bestandteilen für sich: Matoke (Kochbanane, kartoffelbreimäßig gedämpft), Posho (Maisbrei) und Cassava (Maniok-Wurzelknolle weich gekocht). Als Ergänzungen oder Ersatz gibt es weißen Reis, Süßkartoffel und Kohl. Klassisch werden die genannten Zutaten mit einem zweiten Teller gereicht, der Fleisch, Fisch oder Bohnen mit meist lecker gewürzten Soße enthält. Also wer bei einem slochen Gericht nicht satt wird, dem kann dann auch keiner mehr helfen, würd ich sagen!

    Bei CHAIN ist das Mittagessen für uns kostenlos, wenn wir draußen in Kiwenda sind. Es wird dann telefonische bei Phiona bestellt und sie liefert von ihrem kleinen Restaurant an der Gayaza Road meist persönlich per Boda-Boda. Ein Restaurant in diesem sehr klassischen Sinne darf man auch nicht mit dem vergleichen was man in einer Großstadt unter westlichem Standard darunter versteht. Oft heißt es einfach, dass dort jemand regelmäßig kocht. Sitzgelegenheiten bestehen aus kleinen Hockern oder bspw. zwei einfachen Brettern mit einer Art Tisch. Oft sind es versteckte kleine Räume. Man muss also einen geschulten Blick haben, um diese Lokalitäten, zwischen den vielen bunten Shops am Straßenrand, ausmachen zu können.

    Besser sichtbar sind die Imbissstände direkt an der Straße. Drei der typischsten Snacks sind Chapati (Fladen aus Mehl, Wasser & Fett), Samosas (in Dreieckform fritierte Teigtaschen, gefüllt mit Gemüße oder Fleisch) und Süßspeisen wie Mandaris (ähnlich wie ein Krapfen). Schmeckt eigentlich alles super, aber auf Dauer ist es einfach zuviel Fett und Zucker. So habe ich mir angewöhnt Chapatis, die ich nach Hause nehme selber mit Avocado, Tomaten und anderem leckeren Gemüse zu füllen. Dies geht auch auf der Grundlage der sogenannten Rolex, wobei 1-3 Eier zusammen mit Tomaten- und Zwiebelstücken gepacken und in ein Chapati gerollt werden. Dann hat man aber tatsächlich keinen Snack mehr, sondern eine komplette Mahlzeit.

    Leider sind so tolle Dinge wie Käse oder dunkles Brot Mangelware hier. Aber anstatt dessen genießt man dann einfach die Vielfalt an Obst und Gemüse. Es gibt sehr leckere (für mich neuartige) Bananensorten, Papayas, Ananas, Maracuja, Melonen, Mangos, Jackfrucht usw. Selbst die Getränke sind vielfältig. Neben den klassischen Softdrinks (Coca Cola und Pepsi sind selbst im kleinsten Dorf erschreckend präsent), gibt es recht trinkbare regionale und auch internationale Biere, tolle Fruchtsäfte (in den größeren Restaurants) und afrikanischen Tee und Kaffee. Unerklärlich ist für mich jedoch, wie ein Land, dessen Exportvolumen zu 30% mit Kaffee gestemmt wird, entweder gar keinen oder wenn ja, dann nur Instantkaffee der Marke Nestle trinkt - die denkbar ungünstigste Kombination überhaupt.
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  • I am loving Uganda! The people have been incredibly nice, and actually wanting to help us! The kids still sometimes say hi, but with a smile, authentic attempt at just saying hi! Who would have thought. None of them have tried following us. None asking for anything. Just saying hi. Actually many of the Ugandans, kids or not, say hi. As if to welcome us to their homes. Maybe Ethiopia has made me excited at simple things, but this is wonderful. I'm still getting gender mix ups, but none of which have made me feel awkward or judged.

    Our walk around Entebbe started off very positive and light, but after 2 hours of me expressing my hunger and not finding anywhere that serves breakfast, I got slightly frustrated. It's hot, humid, and I'm hungry! We're not used to this heat and humidity in the morning, we actually had our sweaters on in the morning in Ethiopia because of the altitude, temperatures dropped at night. Here, it's 9am and we're already sweating. Water was available everywhere in Ethiopia, you couldn't pass 2 shops without water bottles being sold. Here I actually walked 3-4 blocks before finding someone who sold small bottles of water, odd.

    In case it was too much suspense for you, we found food, lots of little street vendors set up in front of a construction zone. I got to try my first chapati, and I loved it! Rolex (eggs rolled into a chapati), also amazing breakfast! We finally got to the botanical gardens, and they were so worth it! As soon as you come in, you spot the area all the monkeys hang out in, we just sat with them for like 30 minutes while they played around us...

    The walk through these gardens brought us through incredible trees and tropical like forests, to the water front of Lake Victoria. Peaceful and wonderful. We had to eventually boda boda (motorcycle taxi) back to our hostel because Jack was exhausted, it was her first full day out since she was sick.... Well full, it was 1pm. But she did amazing! This same boda driver waiting while we grabbed our bags from the hostel to head out to the pier where we would head to the Ssese Islands. The 3.5 hour ferry ride should be relaxing enough for Jack... Lol.

    We bought the second class tickets, having read there's no real difference between first and second... Of course once on the boat, there's no signage as to which is where, so we make ourself comfy on a seat, the rest of the seats fill up, and just before leaving they come around checking tickets, and sure enough we're in the wrong section. There's no seats left in our section. Damn.

    Eventually people were curious to see outside and get some fresh air so we score 1.5 seats. Jack sat down, exhausted, and I get half a butt cheek on. Just enough to be able to read my book, and watch the bags as she slept with her head against the table. She's absolutely amazing in her abilities to sleep anywhere, anyhow. Again, the people on the boat, no stairs, no awkwardness. The people on our bench squished in to make space for us. Honestly wonderful people. Some saying hi, trying to practice whatever English they can manage, some of which actually welcomed us, and said "I hope you like Uganda" or "you will love Uganda". I do already.

    Ssese islands, more specifically Baggala Island, was peaceful, beautiful, and welcoming. We arrived at the dock and there was literally a line up of women with signs from all their accommodations. Jack and I started from opposite ends, asking each of them about their options. There was about 10. Turns out, literally the first place to our right, where we had already wanted to check out since we could see it from the pier, was the least expensive. A third of the next best price actually. Camping it is! They had these strong, sturdy tents up, with an actual running shower and flushing toilet... Seems like a lot of luxury for such a tiny, not developed town at all! We've gathered, Uganda and Ethiopia are very different, different in its people, in its weather, in its religion, in its humidity, but also in it's finances! Uganda has money. For 30,000 shillings (12$CAD) we had flushing toilets and a running shower!

    No actual beach at our camp site despite being at the water front, but we had read that we could just go to the nicer ground places and pay for pool access. Walking through the downtown (which is a funny statement if you look at the picture), we got some local food and met a man that would take us on a tour the next day! The food, which was the only thing this particular place sold, was boiled plantain, white rice and a fried fish. Mmm mm good. Surprising what I'll allow myself to eat when I'm travelling. FYI Jack and I have been sharing every meal since day 3 of our trip. Portions are huge. We have yet to pay for 2 meals in a restaurant. Not a budget question, there's just too much food... And kind of a budget question....

    Because of Jack's rencent stint in bed, we were both looking to get active, and not just lounge on a beach or pool side all day, so we got Abraham Thompson (awesome name) to tour us around the island from his motorbike. The whole tour brought me back to the day my dad and I spent riding in the Gatineau hills, he brought me for ice cream, I always remembered that day so fondly... 4 hours with this guy, we saw a pineapple farm, palm tree plantations for palm oil, a mini cave in which a "medium" stayed and helped communicate with spirits of the dead ancestors (an ancient religion here, still practiced by some), some view points, some villages, fishermen prepping their boats and nets... Abraham was able to explain everything, it was fascinating. He drops us off at the resort next to ours where we paid for their pool access (after bargaining it down of course) and had a late, but wonderful lunch while enjoying the water and the sun by the lake side! Absolutely beautiful day.

    We watched the sunset from the pier, having brought over our lawn chairs from the camp site and bought a beer in town. Talk about québecer! Lawn chairs and beers on the pier. Beautiful sunset. To finish the night off, like the previous night, our Lovely King Fisher camp site staff made us a bonfire. Just for us 2. 4 employees running around every time we just mentioning wanting something. At the fire Jack mentioned to me she'd like some tea. Next thing you know, there's a kettle on the fire and we're served fresh ginger and African mint... Perfect! I did some laundry using the buckets that were left in the shower, and they ran over with laundry soap. Funny bunch. All for a whopping 30,000 shillings (12$CAD), after negotiating from 40,000 of course.

    Fantastic staff, fantastic people, and a true rural Ugandan experience.
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  • Considering my excitement for the chimps themselves, I didn't elaborate on how this all came about. We knew that Kibale National Park was the place for chimp tracking. We also knew it was expensive. It's 150$ for the permit, entrance fee to the park, and they supply the guide. So kind of a package deal for chimp tracking. There's other parks in the country who offer "primate walks" for about 60-70$ on which you have roughly a 30% chance of seeing chimps. Jack and I discussed and decided I would be way too disappointed if I was to try another park and not see chimps, so we decided to bite the bullet and go big! A lot of tour companies offer something with the chimp tracking and crater lakes in a day, but those tours were 550$US for the two of us. One company did offer this crater lakes and chimp tour to us for 390$US, but that basically means you're paying 90$ for transportation there and around the lakes. We decided to do the crater lakes ourselves.

    We took a boda-boda (motorcycle taxi) out to where we thought we needed to go buy the tracking permit. This was at 630am, because since I'm a nervous wreck about making sure this happens and I'm convinced something will go wrong, I wanted to be at the park office as soon as it opened at 730am to reserve for the next morning. That's right, we were planning on doing the hike the next day, but I was determined to make it there before yesterday's group started, in case it was full today or something and I had to go another time. Who knows.

    The boda ride is an hour long in red dirt roads with speed bumps and potholes. We were covered, along with our bags, in a full layer of red dust once we arrived at the park's head office, only to be told the permits are sold at the headquarters, not the office, 10km back up the same road. I panicked. What if someone had woken up just as early and was at the right place just in time to buy out all the permits? Exhausted from the bike ride, we decided to go check in to our hotel before going back to the headquarters with this boda-boda.

    We chose the Primate Safari Lodge simply because it was the only lodge walking distance to the head office, which is where the chimp tracking walk starts from. It's actually right next door, but there isn't another option close enough to walk from. And of course, the idea of missing the hike simply because of ill planned transportation would make me cry.

    Turns out, the lodge was 14$US per PERSON to camp, not per tent like we thought. Picture this : super nice, fancy lodge, advertising private cottages with stone showers and hers and hers bathrobes, and a "full board" option or meals of 19$US each... EACH. That's more then our camp site price. And here we are, two girls hanging up a hammock tent under the not so well kept shelter because we don't have a rain cover. Granted, why would they upkeep their camp ground site, I don't think they've ever had campers... They didn't really know what to do with us. Of course we attempted to argue the price, but we weren't getting anywhere. So we made sure to get our 28 dollars' worth. Keep in mind - this is the most we've ever paid for a room in Uganda, and this wasn't a room! This was simply the permission to put our tent up. Getting back from our crater lakes walk yesterday, they let us use the empty room's shower. The cottage was gorgeous! I didn't want to leave. Part of me was angry we were sleeping two girls in one hammock when this cottage was going to be empty!

    Having seen the prices of the meals in the morning when we dropped our bags off, we knew groceries needed to be done. So after "checking into" our hotel (dropping our bags off in the office), our lovely boda-boda driver took us to the headquarters to buy our park permits which acted as reservations. The man must not have known about my anxiety, because we expressed what we want, 2 permits for tomorrow morning, and he looks down at his computer and starts typing... Something... And not saying anything... A good 5 minutes of torture later I break the silence and ask "is there still permits available? Are we good for tomorrow?" to which he replies ever so casually "oh yes yes, that's OK long time ago". Damn him! Making me sweat! So it's confirmed! I hike tomorrow! (well today).

    All that to say we managed to do it on our own! Insert blog from yesterday - we walked the lakes on our own. Then boda back to the Primate Lodge before dark to set up our luxurious accommodation for the night. I've never drank so many hot drinks in my life! Like I said, we wanted our 28 dollars worth... And hot drinks were included, buffet style. That night, I had a hot chocolate (my first since I've left) and 2 teas. Today, I had 2 coffees and 3 teas. Why not! We had bought a bunch of fruit and mini breads from the little towns along the lake, so we got them to supply us with bowls and cutlery to make a fruit salad. We bought Rolex from the town to have for diner (eggs rolled into chapati). We didn't order a thing from them for the 3 meals we were there, and I was never hungry! This wonderful American older couple took pitty on us I guess, they bought us lunch today! Never say no to free. They wanted to buy us each lunch, but the kitchen prepares the food ahead of time, so they only had the one plate, so we shared. Super appreciated.

    It was clear that the people who stay in this lodge have money. Most of them had their own guide following them in the country. Mostly an older crowd. I guess with the price of the permits, not very many backpackers do this... After our briefing at the park office, our chimp tracking guide goes "OK, everybody in your vehicles and we meet you at the trial". Jack and I look at her and respond "what vehicles?" so the lovely American couple who had their own guide for a week gave us a ride... Apparently tours are a big thing here... Lol.

    All that to say, we did it! We relaxed at the lodge after returning around 1130am (left at 8am), and hung up the hammock in the front lawn for Jack to read from. I don't think they've ever had guest quite like us, they didn't really know what to do with us... I asked to lay my clothes on a chair to dry, and they offered to put it in the dryer for me. I didn't think dryers existed here... We asked for a knife, they would bring a whole place setting. We made our way back to town today riding in the back of a pickup truck full of bags of red beans... Covered in dirt again on arrival. Jack was facing forward so had the outline of her sunglasses marked in dirt. Sexy.

    I get to sleep in a bed tonight. I don't have to calculate if my hip bone is digging into Jack's leg, or if I want to move my leg I have to ask Jack to roll over, or contemplating if it's really that important for me to have sensation and circulation in my right leg since I'll wake Jack up if I move... Two people in a hammock is not recommended... FYI.
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  • We've been taking minibuses (aka matatus or taxibus) mostly since we've arrived, as the locals do. Often when we ask our hotel or other travellers how to get places, they'll tell us the voyager or big bus options, which are often more expensive, and/or mostly taken by foreigners or higher class locals. We like the personal approach and challenge to minibuses.

    Today was a decision I think both Jack and I wished we could take back. We were instructed by our hostel on where to go for the big buses going to Mbale, but we chose to go to the taxi park where the minibuses leave from. I was in the back row against the window, with the usual 3 people to my right (4 per row), for which I thought I scored since they were small girls. Jack, the row in front of me, also had a small (maybe 10 years old) girl to her left. All good so far.

    It's should be a 2 hour bus ride, but I never checked the time, so who knows. About 10 minutes in, the 10 year old starts puking. At first in a handkerchief. Then someone gave her a bag. This was on and off throughout. Maybe an hour in Jack notices her thigh is wet. Unknown origins. Every once in a while, as we hit speed bumps or the breaks, there's a chicken, half of its body tied inside a plastic bag, the other half fighting to get out, which comes from underneath my seat to rub up against my leg. I got scared everytime, kicked my legs up everytime, only to get a dirty look from the women in front of me who's seat I'm kicking. The little girl in the middle of her two sisters to my right then pukes all over herself. That was a lot of fun since she was just eating a muffin and drinking an orange fizzy drink. My nursing friends won't mind reading this next part, but for the rest of you, if you've got a weaker stomach, skip ahead. Someone gave her a bag and she proceeded to wipe the puke bits off of herself and push them onto the ground using this bag as a glove. She then left the bag on the ground. So I supplied her a new bag that she can hopefully aim for next time. We eventually dropped off the lady that was sitting next to Jack's puker. As she got off, I noticed her bum area of her dress had a wet ring around it. And to further clarify what we were dealing with, I got an unmistakable whiff of urine. Remember, Jack has a wet thigh. I won't lie, I laughed a little on the inside. Few minutes later, we drop off Jack's puker and she's also wet, leaving behind a wet seat.

    As much as I'd like to say this is entirely out of the norm, it's not really. We've witnessed plenty of people being sick in buses. Sometimes in bags. Sometimes on the ground. People tend to ignore it. We were once behind a baby that projectile vomited against the seat, the window, the works. When they got off, people sat in that seat, no problem. And I've actually seen the peeing before also! I swear! I just can't remember where. The wet seat, the person looking awkward... I've seen it! I remember it being a long bus ride. But today! 2, maybe 3 hour bus ride, max! How bad can you have to go...

    Anywho, that's my input for today. To end on a good note, we made it to Sipi Falls. Found a place to stay where they gave us this cute little straw, round "bandas". We've got our hike for the morning booked nice and early so we can make it across to Kenya by tomorrow evening. Wait until you see the views!
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Republic of Uganda, Uganda, ዩጋንዳ, اوغندا, Uqanda, Уганда, উগান্ডা, ཡུ་གན་ཌ།, Ouganda, Uganda nutome, Ουγκάντα, Ugando, اوگاندا, Unganndaa, Oganda, Úganda, યુગાંડા, Yuganda, אוגנדה, यूगांडा, Ուգանդա, ウガンダ共和国, უგანდა, អ៊ូហ្កង់ដា, ಉಗಾಂಡಾ, 우간다, ئوگاندا, ອູການດາ, യുഗാണ്ട, युगांडा, ယူဂန္ဒာ, युगाण्डा, Oeganda, ଉଗାଣ୍ଡା, يوګانډا, Ubugande, Ugandäa, Ugaanda, உகாண்டா, యుగాండా, ยูกันดา, ʻIukanitā, ئۇگاندا, Уґанда, یوگانڈا, Lugandayän, Orílẹ́ède Uganda, 乌干达, i-Uganda