Day three

Made my way to Kmapala, to the Backpacker's Motel. A minibus with 16-17 people, much more comfortable than the Cambodian pickup with 27 people hanging off the sides. It's a rather nice place, this hostel. A campground in Kampala, along with a numbre of dorms and singles and doubles in buildings, a bar/restaurant, and even decent internet access. There are some monkeys in the trees out back (one even showered me with tree debris while hopping overhead as i was writing this - better than pelting me with feces), i guess seeing monkeys here is like seeing deer in downtown Ann Arbor (yes, i have).

The phone system here is similar to that in Mongolia, either you have a cel phone or you walk to a local vendor-person and pay for their phone service - they have to repeatedly add minutes to their phone from calling cards they purchase, and charge you a little more than the cards to make a profit - their system of payphones. he transport is similar to Cambodia - bodaboda are the mopeds you take around, though not as daringly as in Phnom penh (perhaps the police are more restrictive here?).

Walked just down the hill andgot ahold of John. He stopped by and we talked a bit, i gave him the rum from Amin (8 year reserve, special blend i kpicked up in Amsterdam). When he left the receptionist said "you're in good hands". I lead a blessed life.
Tomorrow i go rafting on the Nile, category 5 rapids, i guess that's a lot? I've never been rafting before, can't be any worse than my father's driving (at least when he was younger).

John has invited me to spend the afternoon with his family on sunday, and then on monday i am headed towest to go see the mountain gorillas, a former cryptozoological creature. Mokele mbembe, are you next?