Bits of Tid

Ahoy from Kamp-ooo-lala!

Kylie and I arrived this morning on an overnight bus.
And what a bus it was!
Began the journey from Kabale at 9:30 pm. Seated in seats 47 and 48.
We were (more than a little) dismayed to discover that the bus had a television. One music video was followed by another. Homemade-quality compositions in Luganda, Swahili, or English and most often featuring a generously proportioned lady (with a booty to keep time) in tight-fitting clothes.
Worse. (Or better?). We were then treated to Forest of Promises, parts I and II. The story (as far as I could gather) of a female police officer and her forbidden love for her convicted-of-man-slaughter charge who, naturally, saved her from the cocaine dealing ambusher. What more? She was engaged to the police chief. Many intense dialogues with furrowed brows. Ha! Evidently a product of these parts, but in English. Instead of subtitles in the local language, one man dubbed the whole ting... but not over top of the sound track. Rather, he spoke in place of the sound track. The result of which was a few seconds of frantic gunfire or impassioned speech interrupted by monotone translation.
And then the horn! Short three-note jingles sped up and blasted into the night air. Sent Kylie and I into a fit of exasperated giggles... until the lady seated behind curtly asked us to close our window.
Arrived, mostly sleepless, in Kampala at 3:30 am. Many passengers hunkered down in their seats to wait out the sketchy hours of the early morning. Ha! I grabbed the long back seat for a couple hours of shuteye, but was followed shortly by a man with hot sweaty feet... we touched.

Not sure how much ground there is to cover, but I would like to attend to some tid-bits. Following shortly, a few short stories.

To begin, The Midget, the Albino and the Woman with the Wandering Eye.
It took yours trulies two days to reach Murchison Falls to the North.
The middle bit took us from Masindi to Bulisa. (Did Kylie mention that?)
Bulisa = tiny town, but within 1/2 an hour we: a) bought water from a little person, b) were served beans (and beans only) by a lady with a wandering eye and c) passed by an albino on our stroll to the petrol station. Encroyable!

Next, for those who were at Mpala, The Recurring Incident of Edupu's Extraordinary Shirt, FTA.
Do you remember Edupu's special chemise? The one with black and yellow and fringes and texture?
You thought it was one-of-a-kind, didn't you?
Nay! We've seen it crop up here and there all over Kenya and Uganda! Sometimes black and yellow, sometimes black and blue, and other times red and black, but always, always stunning.
Who makes them?
Who sells them?
What marks a man to buy one?
Eternal mysteries.

On the menu, our excursions to Murchison, Ssese and Bunyonyi.

A la prochain,
Sancha Pants... and the other one.