While checking in for our departure flight at the airport in Colombo (Sri Lanka) on March 28th, we were pleased to find out that FlyDubai had upgraded our seats to first class for the first leg of our trip to Uganda! We boarded the flight to Dubai at 1:30 AM, enjoyed a complimentary glass of champagne, and had a wonderful five hours of sleep in our comfy first class seats.
We landed in Dubai, where we had a three hour layover before our next flight to Entebbe, a major city in central Uganda. The flight was delayed a bit, and once we finally boarded, we sat on the runway without moving for over an hour. If only we had first class seats for the second flight as well!
Finally we landed in Entebbe at around 4:00 pm, two hours later than scheduled. We planned to stay and volunteer at an orphanage I had found online, but first we would spend the night in the capital city of Kampala, where we had booked an AirBnB room. The Orphanage’s Manager, Doreen, arranged for her Father to pick us up from the airport and drive us to our accommodation.
It took us an hour and a half to get into the heart of Kampala, and it probably wouldn’t surprise you to hear that we experienced a bit of culture shock on the drive. Already we could tell things were going to be much different than we had become accustomed to! When we finally pulled up to our AirBnB address we were a little nervous, as it was a very run down apartment complex, that didn’t look entirely safe. After we entered the apartment by unlocking the steel bar cage encasing the front door, we were pleased to see that it was nicely updated. The balcony had a view of the neighbourhood, including a group of about six huge Marabou storks that had claimed ownership of a pile of burning garbage within the complex’s walls. We had numerous sightings of these gigantic (adults reach up to 5 ft. tall) vulture looking birds who hang out right in the middle of the city, but we never got around to taking a picture of them ourselves. Here is an image from google to give you an idea of what they look like:
After we got settled in our room we ventured out nervously into the nearby streets. We thought we were used to locals staring, but this was on a whole ‘nother level… It didn’t help that the neighbourhood we were staying in was quite run down and busy, a detail that was missing from the AirBnB description. We tried to blend in by faking as much confidence as we could, pretending not to look lost as we searched for the nearby supermarket.
The roads were all red dirt with ramshackle buildings lining the sides. Sidewalks were pretty much nonexistent or completely falling apart. Everywhere was so busy with vehicles, people, cows, and goats. We were not sure what to do with ourselves, especially when it came to crossing the completely unregulated jam packed streets! Finally we located the surprisingly modern supermarket. We picked up ingredients to make ourselves breakfast the next day and some treats for the children at the orphanage. It was getting dark, and we realized we had barely eaten all day, so we quickly grabbed dinner from a nearby eatery. They served us some mediocre lunch leftovers for a very cheap price.
The next morning we went to find a SIM card so that we could look up the directions to Miryante Orphanage, but our cell phone wouldn’t work with the data, so we ended up visiting an internet cafe instead. We spoke with Doreen who was worried about us going to the ‘New Taxi Park’ alone, but we tried to reassure her that our accommodation was less than a fifteen minute walk from it. She warned us not to let anyone touch our bags, as people would try to steal them. We went back to the apartment, grabbed our backpacks, and headed out.
We found the New Taxi Park with no trouble at all, but we had only been given vague instructions on what to do next; so when we got there, we were very overwhelmed looking out at a giant maze of gridlocked vehicles. The lot was much larger than a football field and so tightly compacted with taxis lined up end to end, there was barely enough room to walk between each vehicle. In Uganda (and other parts of Africa), “taxis” (also called matatus) are actually shared minibuses that will drop off or pick up passengers anywhere along specific routes. Sometimes they cram in over 20 people, when there is only enough seating for a very squished 15 (including a driver). We had no idea how to tell which taxi was going where, and the conditions didn’t look favourable. We decided we would be more comfortable looking for a coach bus that was heading our direction instead.
As we were wandering around, a man approached us and asked us where we were going. We told him the town of Fort Portal and he said to follow him. He took us to a different section of the park that was filled with larger buses. As soon as we walked up, we were swarmed by more than a dozen other men. Half of them worked with the man who was directing us, and the other half were trying to convince us to take their bus company instead. Each group was insinuating that the other one was going to rip us off. The large men started yelling and arguing, shoving and throwing punches at each other, and then physically pulling Paul and I in opposite directions! I broke free and dragged Paul out of the mob with me. I didn’t know what to do so I ran over to a bystander who looked like they could maybe help. I desperately pleaded him to tell us which company we should go with. He pointed at the opposite bus company (from the initial man who lead us) and said “go with them, they will take you where you need to go”. They were wearing more official looking jackets that said ‘Link Bus’, so we took the man’s advice and quickly followed them to their large beat up bus, while the men from the other company swore and continued to make a scene.
We bartered our tickets down to 20,000 Uganda Shillings each (about $7.75 CAD), insisting that we bring our backpacks on board, and arranging to be dropped off along the way at a village near the orphanage. Once seated, we took a deep breath, looked at each other… and started to laugh! What else could we do? We had just survived one of our most nerve racking travel experiences, and if we didn’t laugh about it, we probably would have started to cry, haha. What an introduction to Africa!
The three hour bus ride wasn’t as unpleasant as we anticipated, although there was a man walking up and down the aisle talking loudly into a microphone for the majority of the trip. At first we thought he was a pastor preaching the bible, but then we realized he was passing around items for people to test out. We concluded he was some sort of salesman doing an odd live infomercial!
About two hours into the trip we stopped in a town so that passengers could go to the bathroom or get something to eat. The bus was instantly surrounded by men and women carrying food and drinks for sale: skewers of mystery meat, roasted plantains, chapati, bags of peanuts, and other local foods. They called at us, reaching up to our windows, “Muzungu, Muzungu. You want Soda? How about chapati?”. This was the first of many times our vehicle would be swarmed by street hawkers, and the first of even more times we would be called a Muzungu (“White Person”) haha.
An hour later the bus dropped us off right in front of Miryante Orphanage. Billy, the social worker at the orphanage, met us at the road and showed us up to the main buildings. As we were coming up the path, we were swarmed again… but this time it was by a mob of adorable hugging little children! A little girl took Paul’s hand and an adorable little boy took mine (who I would later grow extremely fond of), and the group lead us up to the guesthouse.
The accommodation was nicer than we expected. It had no electricity or running water, but it was all ours – complete with a private queen size bed & mosquito net, and a sit down toilet we could flush with rain or well water. We also had our own kitchen with a gas stove top and a hanging basket for food (to keep it safe from the rats who are common visitors in the guesthouse).
We were told we could cook our own meals if we got bored of the orphanage’s food, which we soon learned was the exact same thing, 3 meals each day, on a weekly rotation. The week we were visiting it was beans and Posho (pronounced poe-show), which is finely ground white corn flour mixed with boiling water until it becomes solid (kind of like a very plain polenta). We joined in on this meal a few times; it was actually pretty edible, and definitely filling. More often we opted to make our own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. One night I cooked us a giant batch of spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce. We each devoured a dish by lantern light in the guesthouse, and then gave the rest of the food to some of the orphanage’s workers – they were equally excited to be eating something different!
We spent the five days helping teach English to the nursery school children while the older kids left to go to primary or secondary school. Our teaching consisted mostly of games, practicing the alphabet, shapes, numbers, and colouring; so it was pretty entry level stuff, but lots of fun!
One of the days we went to the closest town (an hour away) to get groceries. It was actually the same town the bus stopped at on our journey from Kampala. We went with Doreen, who was going to visit a sick child in the hospital. She flagged us a taxi and bartered them down to 5,000 UGX each ($2 CAD).
Our first experience with a taxi was a cramped and stinky one… which is pretty much identical to every experience we had after that! We squeezed into the already overflowing vehicle, practically sitting on other people’s sweaty laps. It stopped another TWO times to squish more people in. At one point it was so full they had to keep the door open for the conductor (person who collects the fares) to hang out the side of the speeding vehicle. The chicken we could hear clucking from inside someone’s bag made the experience that much more ridiculous!
We made it in one piece, and after Doreen showed us where the market was, we went our separate ways. We picked up a few things including some fresh passion fruit (a new favourite from our time in Sri Lanka). Then we visited an internet cafe to try to arrange transportation to Tanzania for the following week. The computers were SO slow and our internet time kept expiring, preventing us from being able to book our trip fully. We ended up with bus tickets to take us as far as Kenya, and we would have to figure out the rest once we got there.
We tried to find somewhere to eat lunch, kind of excited about the idea of missing another meal of Posho, but we were shocked at how little there was for options. We settled on a hole in the wall eatery that seemed busy with locals. There was no menu or choice, we were simply dished a plate of cooked fish and plantains. We were confident they overcharged us for the very modest meal… but we were happy to pay it, as it was a refreshing change.
When we were finished, we had to catch another taxi back to the orphanage; this time by ourselves. Doreen had warned us they would try to gouge us on the price and to be happy if they let us on for 7,000 UGX each. We were pretty pleased with our bartering skills when we were able to get them down to 6,000 UGX each… Wooohoo, saved $0.40 CAD! The ride was exactly like the first one – cramped and sweaty. While we waited for it to fill up, hawkers pestered us to buy food, ignoring us when we tried to explain that we had just eaten. By the time we departed, I had gotten pretty good at turning people away politely by engaging them in a different conversation. Most of them were just as excited to practice their English as they were to sell us something!
One of the days at the orphanage, Paul helped build a swing set for the children with one of the workers named John. They ended up growing quite the bromance. He told Paul all about his family, who he barely sees because everyday he works such long hours at the orphanage. He was a very nice man, who had a giant pearly white smile!
We spent another one of the mornings learning Rutoro (the local language used in the village) from Miryante’s Manger, Joseph. This helped us to communicate with the children who didn’t know much English. We were each given a pet name called an Empako. There are twelve different Empakos, some for both sexes, and some for just males. They are used as endearing nicknames between friends. Mine was Abwooli which means catlike or caring, and Paul’s was Apuuli, which we were told doesn’t have an exact meaning (maybe they picked it because it sounds like Paulie!). Unfortunately, we weren’t going to be able to use our new language skills (or nicknames) for the rest of our travels in Uganda, as there are over 40 different languages spoken throughout the country. English is used as the common language between most regions, which is why so many locals can speak it fluently.
One afternoon Billy and a few of the older children took us for a hike to a nearby viewpoint. Billy showed us the orphanage’s farmland and crops, and pointed out unique local plants along the way, making for a very interesting afternoon. The whole experience showed us what a beautiful lush green country Uganda is!
On our last evening the entire orphanage organized a song and dance performance for us. We were so touched by the sentiment, but even more impressed when we saw how extremely talented they all were! They even got Paul and I up to dance with them, which they thought was absolutely HILARIOUS! Especially when I busted out my submarine or “sinking dance move” skills, pinching my nose and twisting to the ground, haha. It was very evident how much music and dancing meant to them all, bringing pure happiness to people who don’t always have a lot to be joyful about.
The only thing I wish I could change about the evening was the location of the light fixture… the sole light for the entire schoolhouse was hanging directly above our chairs in the centre of the room, causing us to be continuously pelted in the face with various gigantic flying bugs as they darted at the bulb above us. I shuddered as I picked a few of them out of my sports bra before going to bed!
It was so hard to say goodbye to everyone the following morning – in particular my favourite little boy, who’s name was Deo. We would both break out into huge smiles every time we saw each other! He was 8 years old and had been taken away from his home, as he was brutally burned by his father as a form of discipline… He had only been at the orphanage for a month when we visited, but you could already tell how extremely happy he was to be there. They were helping to treat his large wound and working with the NGO Justice for Children to advocate for his protection.
Miryante is an amazing organization that relies heavily on donations from all over the world. Most of the children only had the clothes on their back, they get the same basic meal for a week straight (with meat only on special occasions), and toys/games are scarce. They do all that they can, and are continuing to work to improve the lives of the children with the limited resources available to them. They have implemented many projects in order to help them be more self-sufficient, such as farming and selling crafts made by the children. By doing this, they are also teaching valuable life skills to the children, so that in the future they may succeed on their own.
We are pleased that we were able to give them a small donation, thanks to the help of some friends and family. If anyone else is interested in reading more about the organization, or donating towards them, their website is www.miryanteorphange.org.
It was a very wonderful experience, and we wish we could have stayed longer and done more. Someday in the future I hope to return!
When it was time for us to leave, Doreen walked us down to the road. We waited for a while for a westbound taxi to take us to the town of Fort Portal, but nothing ever came. Eventually Doreen flagged down a random approaching car. For the very cheap price of 10,000 UGX (less than $4 CAD), they agreed to take us to the town one hour away.
This was our first experience with “hitchhiking” in Uganda, but we were soon to become quite familiar with it, as it is one of the main forms of transportation in the country. This particular car ride however, was the closest we got to thinking we were going to die on our entire trip… and it had nothing to do with the hitchhiking part. The two local men, although slightly intimidating (being well over 6 feet tall with strong builds, and not a lot to say to us), still seemed nice enough; however, about 20 minutes into the drive, torrential rain began to fall. The road was completely invisible and the car’s bald tires were causing us to hydroplane and skid from side to side! The driver had to continuously reach forward to wipe the windshield with his shirt sleeve because the car windows had fogged up so much. My stomach flipped and flopped, while Paul and I squeezed each other’s hands in the back seat. We had been on MANY sketchy forms of transportation over the prior five months, but we typically trusted the driver to get us there safe knowing that they had done the route many times before. This time, we knew nothing of our driver’s experience level. Even if he happened to be the best motorist in the world, all you could see (out of his small rubbed circle of vision) was a sheet of grey rain and the occasional glare of dim oncoming headlights…
We may have aged a few years from that drive, but in the end we miraculously avoided skidding off of the roadway or into any oncoming vehicles! When we had safely arrived in Fort Portal, we kissed the ground, paid the driver, and wandered off to figure out our next step of getting to ‘Kibale National Park’, another 40+ kilometres away. It was April 3rd, Jane Goodall’s birthday (obviously 😉 ), so it was only fitting that we would be heading to a national park that is home to thousands of chimpanzees!
After having lunch and visiting an internet cafe, we hadn’t come up with any definitive answers, so we took to the streets to ask locals where we could catch a ride to Kibale. We were pointed in a direction along a muddy roadway, and eventually found ourselves in another reasonably priced hitchhiking ride with a man and his wife who were heading south. What we didn’t foresee was that the winding road leading to the park was entirely ‘under construction’. It was a complete disaster, and we had some more extremely close calls, slipping and sliding on the slick deep mud. The drive took MUCH longer than it should have, but we did pass by our first group of wild baboons, so that made it worth it!
Once we arrived at the ‘Chimp’s Nest’, our hotel situated right within the park’s limits, we realized something terrible… In our frenzy to find our way to the park, we had completely forgotten to pull out cash from an ATM! The hotel we were checking into did not take credit card and neither would the national park for our chimpanzee tracking permits. The closest machine was over an hour away, BACK in Fort Portal… the town we had JUST came from!
As it was now quickly turning to dusk, the odds of us finding another hitchhiking ride or a cheap shared taxi was unlikely. The hotel told us a boda-boda (motorcycle taxi) ride would be our only option, but it would cost us; considering the distance, condition of the road, and the fact that it was now getting dark.
We reluctantly negotiated a price of 60,000 UGX (just over $20 CAD… 3 times what we had just paid to get there) for a ride to town and back. We both squeezed onto the back of the motorcycle, cuddling up to our driver for the long muddy dark drive ahead.
We puttered along in the the isolation of the thick Ugandan jungle. There weren’t any other vehicles around whatsoever. The vast expanse of the starry sky provided a faint amount of light, but the thick mud and scattered puddles prevented us from seeing the roadway clearly. To make the drive exceedingly difficult, the headlight of the boda-boda was only bright enough to illuminate a few feet in front of us, and ONLY when our driver was hitting the throttle! He’d give it some gas, see where he was headed, then roll forward in pitch black, hoping his calculations were correct before turning the throttle again and illuminating another section. Several times as he hit the gas to shed some light, the motorbike began to slip out sideways, and Paul and the driver had to put their feet down preventing us from toppling over or sliding out in the red mud. It was a white knuckle hair raising experience!
Well over three hours later, we arrived back at our hotel. Although it took forever (resulting in extremely numb butt cheeks), and may have caused some more grey hairs to sprout on our heads (Paul’s especially LOL)… I actually kind of enjoyed the sketchy ride through the dark jungle forest. The whole scenario was just too far fetched not to chuckle at! Both of us on the back of a motorcycle, driving through misty blackness, along a mud road in Africa. The sky was littered with stars and the jungle on either side of us moaned with nocturnal life. So creepy and unreal, and at the same time, absolutely beautiful and wild. But I guess I could just have been delusional from surviving multiple near death experiences in one day! We slept well that night, planning to see wild chimpanzees the next day.
In the morning, we learned that we would have to secure a chimpanzee tracking permit from an office 30 minutes away from the park before we could join a trek within the park’s grounds. Today’s organized trek started in less than an hour, so we decided we would join the following morning’s trek, opting instead to use the day to arrange our permit and explore the area.
We decided to have lunch at a small family run BBQ pork eatery. They told us we would have to wait for a while for our food. We understood why when shortly after we ordered, a man drove up on a motorcycle with a live pig tied to the back of it… It was a little unsettling, but at least we knew the food was fresh! It was actually a delicious meal and extremely cheap as well. While we ate we were visited by many local children who were delighted at the chance to practice their English. All the Children we saw in Uganda were super friendly! Since we were visiting in the country’s rainy season, there were very few tourists, which made people that much more curious about us.
After lunch, we began walking in the direction of the permit office, hoping to encounter a taxi heading the same way. Trudging through the winding jungle roadway for about a half hour, we turned the corner and suddenly encountered another group of wild baboons. There were mothers with their infants and big strong male leaders, all staring us down. We proceeded to walk forward, trying not to let them sense our fear, and avoiding direct eye contact. The baboons parted the way in front of us, and allowed us to walk away in peace. Once we got a few paces away, we both exhaled, and lit up smiling in disbelief!
We also encountered an insane amount of butterflies along the walk, as we came across giant clusters of the beautiful fluttering creatures hovering over a patch of ground. Upon further inspection, we realized that the delicate insects were swarming piles of feces left behind from one of the various animals that live in the jungle… We no longer admired the poop butterflies and tried to stay as far away from their gatherings as we could, haha!
We walked a few more kilometres, jumped on another boda-boda ride, followed by another hitchhiking ride; and after securing our permits, finished the round trip on a shared taxi. The 1 hour trip took us at least 2.5 hours to complete. That night we enjoyed an awesome dinner cooked by the Chimp’s Nest restaurant, and then ended the evening sitting on our patio looking up at another brilliant starry night, entertained by the presence of multiple shooting stars.
We woke up early the next morning to go on our chimpanzee trek. We were assigned our guide, equipped with a gun (which we learned was just precautionary, and more for protection against the wild elephants), and set out on foot into the forest. In addition to elephants, Kibale National Park is home to 13 species of primates, one of which is the chimpanzee. More than 1,450 chimpanzees live in the park, which is more than anywhere else in Uganda. Of the many communities of chimps in the park, two of them have been habitualized for research and tourism purposes. Habitualized means that the animals are still wild, living freely in their natural habitat, but after many years of repeated exposure to human beings, they no longer react to our presence. There are very strict rules in the park about getting too close to the chimps, but basically they are comfortable with humans creeping around and gawking at them.
Almost immediately after we started our three hour trek, we were able to hear the Chimp’s calls and spot some of their fresh tracks. We followed our guide’s lead and less than fifteen minutes later we had spotted a single male chimpanzee. My face was already aching from smiling with excitement! We followed the chimp as he searched the forest trying to find the rest of his group (simply known as his community). He would do this by every so often running full speed up to a large tree, jumping and kicking off of it, while simultaneously drumming it with his fists and letting out a bellowing call. We would then all pause in silence with the chimpanzee, listening for the distant group’s response that would lead us all in the right direction. After a while of following the chimp, our guide let him wander off, as he didn’t want to stress out the primate too much.
It didn’t take us long to find the rest of the community on our own. We were blown away as we worked our way into the middle of a group of over 2 dozen chimps, including our lost buddy who we had been following earlier. We were told this particular community was home to more than 120 chimpanzees.
Our guide said we were quite lucky as he pointed out the community’s alpha male, as well as the ‘challenging male’. We got a dramatic introduction, when seconds later, the challenging male charged at the alpha trying to display his physical ability. All the chimps started to hoot and howl, while the younger male grunted and strutted around puffing his chest out and slamming his fists on the ground and nearby trees. I guess these confrontations happen quite often, more frequently now that the alpha male, who is in his forties, is too old and weak to be their leader anymore.
A secondary challenge came only a few minutes later, with the strong 20 something year old male involving us in his demonstration this time… While standing together as a group (our guide, Paul and I, and a family of 3 Americans) we were suddenly deafened by the calls of the primates echoing each other in excitement. The challenging male was running around “charging” the forest, slapping trees and trying to convey his strength. Suddenly he barrelled directly towards us! We jumped and huddled together on the verge of screams, while I repeated something like “What do I do?! What do I do?! You never told us what to do!”, grasping onto our poor guide’s arm. A minute later it was all over and calmness returned to the community. Turns out that in the commotion, the challenging chimpanzee had actually swiped at the American Dad’s leg! The mud hand print on his pants confirmed the story. Luckily, the chimp was very gentle or the man could have been seriously injured. We all sighed a breath of relief… but oh my goodness was it ever exhilarating!
We spent the next couple of hours in that area, amongst the group, taking turns watching different chimps interact. Mine and Paul’s favourite was the “Vice President” of the group who looked so content; laying in ridiculous human positions, daydreaming up at the sky. We also got to witness the alpha male being groomed by a female who was carrying a tiny little baby!
We were lucky enough to spot a few of the other kinds of primates in the forest, such as the black & white colobus monkey, as well as the endangered red colobus monkey. We didn’t see any elephants, but after hearing what our guide had to say about their temper, that was probably a good thing! We finished the morning after just over 3 hours hiking through the Ugandan jungle, feeling extremely grateful and giddy! Afterwards we hurried back to our hotel to check out and figure out a way back to Fort Portal.
After waiting on the side of the road for a while, we were able to flag down transportation to Fort Portal for 5,000 UGX ($2 CAD) in the back of an empty gravel truck that was already carrying two locals. Half way through our trip the truck stopped to fill up with gravel. The driver could see we were concerned, but said not to worry, we can just sit on top of all the loose rocks they were slowly shovelling in… We explained that we were also in a bit of a hurry, as we were hoping to catch a bus back to Kampala that night. The driver took pity on us and decided to wave down the next passing vehicle. They agreed to give us a lift for an additional 3,000 UGX. Once we got to town, we went for a late lunch and tried to decide whether we should make the trip back to Kampala, or just spend the night in Fort Portal and start again in the morning. We made the choice to keep moving, and we jumped on a bus leaving shortly after. The trip took longer than it should have and we didn’t arrive in the capital for another five hours. Once in Kampala, we nervously navigated the dark streets trying to find a hotel that we had read decent reviews about (‘New City Annex Hotel’). It was in a much better area (with real sidewalks!) than our last stay in the city, so once we had successfully located it and secured a room, we felt much better.
We had a bus booked to Tanzania (well, to Kenya) for 7:00 pm the following evening. We still hadn’t figured out exactly how to get from Nairobi to Moshi (in Tanzania – the starting town for our Kilimanjaro trek). We spent the next morning making sure our first bus tickets were confirmed. Then we did some shopping around the markets looking for another pair of sunglasses for Paul. This would be the fourth pair he bought on the trip! Good thing they only ended up costing $2 CAD! Later on we enjoyed an amazing Indian dinner at a place called ‘Masala Indian Restaurant’.
When it was time to catch our bus, we convinced the bus company (Modern Coast Bus Line) to cram us into their courier delivery truck for a free lift to the bus station. We boarded our surprisingly nice bus, which we had splurged on “VIP class” for, costing us only 88,000 UGX each ($35 CAD) for the 14 hour ride across the border.
A few hours later, we had one final jab in the wallet at the Kenyan border. The guards explained to us that our “East African Visa” (which allows free travel between Uganda, Kenya, and Rwanda), that we had specifically asked and paid for at the Ugandan airport, was just a normal Ugandan Visa… meaning we would have to pay an additional $20 USD per person for a transit Visa through Kenya! The only money we had was a $100 USD bill which we needed later for entry into Tanzania. We handed it over, knowing we were going to have to find a way to replace the $40 USD before we reached the Tanzanian border.
I found myself understanding what Paul Theroux meant in his book Dark Star Safari: “… a person who has not crossed an African border on foot has not really entered the country, for the airport in the capital is no more than a confidence trick; the distant border, what appears to be the edge, is the country’s central reality.”
The next morning, we arrived in Nairobi at 9:00 am, an hour after our expected arrival time. This was also an hour after all the reliable bus companies we had read about online left the station to Tanzania. It looked like we may be stranded… Luckily, it was morning and light out, as Nairobi, notoriously known as “Nairobbery“, is not somewhere to hang out with all your belongings strapped to your back and not a clue where you are going…
I’ll leave the rest of the story to our Tanzania blog entry, but as you can expect, we had another LONG day ahead of us.
Overall, I can’t say our time in Uganda went smoothly… AT ALL! There were many times we said to ourselves “Uganda be kidding me!” 😉 but I wouldn’t change a thing about our visit. I really enjoyed the country that brought us countless crazy adventures, many first time experiences, and some of our best travel stories. When I look back on our trip, Uganda is one of the places I long for the most. Not sure that Paul would say the same thing though, haha!
Love Paul & Allie
Demsky Duo Disembarked