Jared and Dianne

The last night in Bunyoni we had a few quiet beverages but it wasn't because of them that I woke up sick in the morning. For some reason it's always bus days when I get crook. Regardless of my comfort we pushed on. We caught a shared taxi to Kabale where we transferred to a bus bound for Kampala. There were no spare seats so we had to stand with our bags for over half of the six hour trip.

The bus arrived in a grubby, bustling part of the city. We were disorientated and somewhat nervous for our possessions so without much though we walked towards the built up district near by. We stopped in at a hotel called the Astoria. It was double what we'd usually spend but the rooms were huge as was the bed but the deal sealer was the fridge. I could finally make jelly (jello for Americans).

We glued ourselves to the precious tv for a news report. When it was over we returned to the streets. The sun had sunk but the streets remained as full as before. We ate dinner in a little greasy food joint and went to Shoprite. We were in heaven, it wasn't quite up to scratch of a supermarket back home but there were no complaints from our corner, they even had jelly crystals. I was ready to spend the night there but closing time came around so we muscled our way back to the comfort of our hotel.

The main reason we had come to Kampala was that I needed some reliable internet to punch out a resume and get started on some job applications. As such I had an uninspiring day in front of the computer trying to promote myself as well as I could. All the time knowing that it was going to be especially hard when I couldn't make any interviews. The only break came for lunch. When I had had enough for the day the hundreds of dvd pirate joints around the place led to us hiring a dvd player and a few movies. We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning watching a range of shitty and quality productions.

Of course the late night meant a late morning, this, in coalition with an enduring power failure meant it wasn't until the afternoon that I sent off my first application. Overwhelming heat inside the cafe and sporadic power forced me from my post. I hadn't achieved as much as I wanted in the two days spent in Kampala but I didn't want to stick around too long. If nothing else we had some good food (especially jelly), watched our second (and subsequent) movie since leaving home four months earlier and I had sent off my most important application.