The next morning we made our way on an overcrowded matatu to the overcrowded bus park to catch another overcrowded matatu to the not so crowded Entebbe. The journey was frightful as always, but being jammed in, with our knees around our ears and our backpacks on our laps we thankfully couldn't see the way the maniacal driver was driving, and were held relatively still despite his erratic movements. Obviously the lady behind me thought I had a little too much room...

We had arrived in Kampala central bus station mid afternoon, and our first impression driving through the western suburbs of town was that Kampala would be the s***hole town that reclassified all the s***hole towns we had previously come across in our travels. Hopping off the bus and after composing ourselves momentarily, we made our way to Kampala Backpackers with a similarly maniacal taxi driver. We had chosen the Aussie owned backpackers in the hope of findin...

Bones and Susie had recently decided that Kal would be heading no further North, and thus they would be stripping Uganda from their itinerary. Kaz and I on the other hand had had our hearts set on visiting this equatorial nation for some time and were still keen to experience yet another country and culture. Subsequently we planned to push ahead solo. After climbing the gorillas Bones offered to drop us at the border, and by mid afternoon we'd waved Rwanda go...