5:45 rang the alarm and Nelson led me swiftly down the path to the 7 am Kampala bus, to the capital city. No prolonged goodbyes, which is probably best.
Big love for Bwera. I am sure to return.
Should have saved those souvenir purchases for the end of the trip... too much in the bags!
8 hours in one bus seat (no water), and once in a while I would wonder why the bus was stopped... Then I'd look out to see a majority of the men easing themselves - "a short call", as it's known in Uganda. Women are so good at planning for themselves. We all made it without one stop. Most men needed three!
Civilization is activity, water, lights, a sealed room, and a sense of traveller's freedom, now that my work is done. Rodgers is a trusted man in the transport industry who picked me up from the crazy busy LINK terminal and brought me to the Namirembe Guest House connected, through a Protestant mission, to Mengo Hospital, in the same-named neighborhood, just south of the city centre.
E-bola has apparently erupted. I shall avoid shaking hands as I head for a cappucino in the morning.
with love and clean feet, from Jen.
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