I've decided to venture to a day camp surrounded by crater lakes for the remainder of my solo time.

The transportation here is going to drive me to drink. Everyone is very helpful in pointing you in the right direction to find the correct ride. I am thankful for that, otherwise, the whole experience would drive me to the insane asylum. No mini bus this time. No, I wasn't that lucky. And before, I thought that was horrible. 21 people stuffed in a van for 14. That's how they roll in the mini bus, known here as matatu. After waiting an hour and a half to leave, my transportation, a small Honda car filled with five people in back and just me and the driver in the front, didn't seem so bad. I felt guilty about having so much space, but that would soon change.

After picking up other passengers, there were 4 people in the two front bucket seats. Of course, the car is manual, so the driver sits by the door and has his arm over the lap of the passenger sharing his seat to shift gears. The capacity for this 5 passenger car is now apparently 10.

I am a girl who likes my space, but I am finding that this is a major cultural difference. These people do not know what personal space is. In the car, you don't have a choice - you're pressed against these people that you've never met before. It's commonplace to Ugandans. Another case in point would be standing in line at the ATM. In America, there is at minimum two feet between people in line. In Uganda, there is a chest at your back, despite having no space limitations. Everyone has their quirks. Personal space is mine. Needless to say, I am being challenged!!

On to the crater lakes…I was ecstatic when I found the day camp. What a quaint little place! It's at the top of a hill and has little huts for sleeping quarters.

I opted for the biking excursion. My guide, Patrick, and I set out to see the crater lakes dotting the landscape. The stunning crater lakes amidst the verdant landscape supplied some really exquisite views. The lakes were formed from volcano explosions. We pedaled our way through much of the countryside. The quality of the bike paired with the quality of the roads (lots of ruts and even more bumps) made for a very difficult ride. In fact, it was the most difficult ride I've ever done. I collapsed on my bed in exhaustion upon return!

The site is eco-friendly, so no electricity or running water. My shower involved a small basin of water. I've never thought so hard about how to bathe, but I definitely put some thought into it beforehand with my limited water resources. Another thing that I've always taken for granted.

It just so happened that I was the only one staying at the camp. A lot of contemplation. A lot of reading.