Kampala's Quality Coach.

Well there's no real news on my end.  Nothing from the doctor and I feel absolutely fine... Just waiting it out for my flight on Monday.

But I feel like our bus trip from Kigali to Kampala is worth mentioning.

• When we got to the border between Rwanda and Uganda we all had to get off the bus and officially sign out of Rwanda and then walk in no mans land for about 100 yards to go through customs on the other side.  If you've ever been to Canada you realize how relatively organized customs are.  That is not the case here.  Especially on the Uganda side: the line was about 100 people deep, it was in the dirt, the little walking bridge to the building was made of rotting planks of wood and people were freely cutting up to the front of the line.
• As we're standing there I notice that one border patrol guy keeps sliding something small onto a rock, and another man slyly walks up and slips the "thing" behind his back and into his back pocket.  This proceeded to happen more than once; I have no idea what they were smuggling but it made me laugh.
  
• So we finally get all the paperwork done and some of the girls have to go to the bathroom.  So they get the key to the staff bathroom (don't ask how) and hike up the side of this hill to the bathrooms.  The rest of us got on the bus.  And then the bus started to pull away.  We start making a big deal that they are not there yet and they get extremely mad but stop nonetheless.  So they make it on.  We then drive another 100 yards and people in the back of the bus start yelling.  So we slow (not to a complete stop) so about 10 more people can on board.
• We proceed driving.
• We hit a huge bump and the bus filled up with smoke...?  Still not sure what that was about.
• It began to rain.  Outside that is.  And then it began to rain inside.  Not on anyone else but me.  So I sat there with water rushing down the side as I tried to stop it with the feeble little curtain.
• We stopped at this gas station and the "bathrooms" were in the back.  Public bathrooms never mean bathrooms.  They mean holes in the ground.  This one was especially fun.  The men had a nicely built little building with urinals.  The girls had a three walled, no roofed tin structure that was only about 5 feet tall and which had no hole but rather just a slanted piece of cement and which "ladies" was spray painted on the outside.
• As we get on the bus we realize that we're acquiring passengers.  They are now sitting on bags of grain in the aisle.  Our driver is certainly making some extra cash on this trip.
• So finally we're within 100 kilometers or so of Kampala.  The end is in sight.  But traffic is stopped.  From the bus we can see that another bus from the other direction has apparently driven off the road and is slightly tipped to one side in the bush.  So Christina and I got out because there was nothing else to do.  We walked to where they were feebly trying to tow it out.  Needless to say it was not working so they quickly unhooked and the tow trucks pulled away.  Naturally traffic started moving again.  And we realized that there was no way our bus was going to care if it left two Mzungus on the side of the road.  So we start running back. The bus is already moving by the time we get there.  People are walking with it and jumping on.  And then jogging with it and jumping on.  That was fun.  I've never had to board a moving vehicle before, let alone a moving bus.
• All in all the 12 hour bus ride wasn't horrible.

Exploring Kampala today.
And the Pens won last night!!  Good start to hockey season.