Friday night, the boys whipped out some wild Jinja market shirts, drank enough to sink a ship, hit the town, and batted off the prostitutes, while ripping it up on the dance floor (the locals loved it, particularly Gav’s incredible break dancing). After the club we piled into a cab and went in search of Kampala’s version of the kabab… mmm festering samosa are a winner at 3am! However, somewhere along the way we lost Gav and Paz… those Dutch girls at the bar must have been the cause (at least we hope it was them and not the prossis). They made it back to the dorm at a reasonable 6am.
Saturday was a whirl wind tour of the city, we all jumped on boda bodas, went for some Indian food and then found our matatu….got a flat tire and Rae found the most appalling toilet of her life.
We all made it back to the Lemon in one piece…a miracle.
Now back to kayaking…
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