On Thursday afternoon I returned to the madness of Kampala and found my hotel without being hassled too often. I enjoyed the luxury of a TV (my first encounter since I arrived) and a hot shower – I had 4 in 48 hours!Kampala is a very busy, dirty and scruffy city. The streets are packed with minibus taxis not going anywhere fast, boda bodas – the Ugandan equivalent of motos, although they don’t wear helmets, people cooking and selling food, market stalls and people walking as they’d decided it would be quicker than going by taxi!
The next day I decided to escape the craziness for a short time and visited Entebbe on the shore of lake Victoria but the rain curtailed my visit. Back in Kampala I met up with some friends and headed for the very western shopping mall and craft market.
Early on Saturday morning I made my way to the bus terminal to start the 8-9 hour coach journey back to Kigali. It was a little more spacious and comfortable than my journey from Rwanda but less than an hour out of Kampala we were held up for over an hour and a half as a tanker had over turned and set on fire across the road. Fortunately (we were told) there were no casualties. I finally arrived in Kigali at 7pm, 11 hours after setting off, exhausted.
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