The following day was another long day of travelling. I got on a bus to leave Mbarara at 8am but sat for an hour as it slowly filled up with people and their (live) chickens before setting off to Kampala. At one point along the way we stopped and what seemed like hundreds of people, all in white coats, swarmed the bus selling food and drinks at the coach windows including cooked bananas, sweet potatoes chapattis and chicken kebabs. At 2pm we made it to Kampala. I managed to negotiate the bustling streets to the ‘new’ taxi park which is a sea of white minibuses as far as you can see and found a minibus taxi to Luwero – part of the way to where I was hoping to get to. In Luwero I changed minibus taxis to the most dilapidated taxi I have been in so far! The whole vehicle smelt of fish – I’m not sure if all the sacks pilled up in the back had fish in or whether it was a lingering smell, I sat next to 3 crates full of beer that rattled the whole was as the journey was on dirt roads. The fold down seat had to propped on a sack to keep in upright, the drivers seat kept tipping forwards and all the doors needed at least 2 attempts to shut properly. When it was full and ready to set of we needed a push start! But I did survive the 30 minute journey to Kiwoko hospital.
Again I spent a day at the hospital with the physios. It had a different feel from the previous one – smaller and more of a community feel.
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