Ninja Jinja bound via Lugazi

We said goodbye to our wonderful hosts Emily and Anthony, loaded our luggage in a private hire taxi and headed back into centre of Kampala near Javas at Oasis Mall.

As soon as we pulled in on the taxi (minibus) rank the conductors were upon us, each one vying for our business. After several bouts of commotion and different luggage positions it became clear that the luggage was going to turn into a person ie. We had to pay for another seat for the journey to Lugazi. 12,000 Ugandan Schillings in total (£3) for a 2 hour journey!

Daughters doing what they usually do..  tap, tap, tap on their mobile phones....  the wonders of Whatsapp.

Just because you jump on a taxi it doesn't mean it will go anywhere...  you have to wait until it all the seats are filled before they will think about moving and even then they will still see if the can squeeze in a few more. Squashed like Sardines we eventually moved off but not without them tooting for more people to cram in this tin can. The good news was that we had the 2 seats at the front next to the driver. Not sure if that was such a good thing considering the random driving of the on coming traffic.

Never a dull moment on this road!

Imagine your on a bus back in the UK and the driver decides to pull into a shop and pops in to buy credit for his mobile phone... I think you would have raised eyebrows but that seems to be the norm here including stopping for a pee. Mind you after nearly 2 hours I was nearly joining them.

Sods law says if you near your destination with more luggage than an airport carousel it will piss down with rain - it did and by goodness did it chuck it down. You just gotta get on with it - at least it was warm.

We walked the 100 yards to where Annabel's school and her accommodation was. As you can see it's not quite the 5☆ Hilton.

The outside long drop toilet isn't much better but she wanted a challenge for the year and I think she came up trumps.

We met up with Lily's family and got a tour around the school from the headteacher.

The classrooms have no windows and have a mixture of cement or mud for the floors.

 We saw where the library was going to be to hold all the books that were brought from Scotland and Australia ie me and Lily's family which had just been plastered - job for Annabel and Lily to paint once we've all gone back home!

After lunch at Chilly Willies (interesting name for a restaurant), we all had a tour around the village where Lily's family (a mixture of Scots and Aussies decided to demonstrate the highland fling dance to the locals.

By sheer good fortune Annabel and I had left our 'See You Jimmy' hats back in Scotland so we were unable to participate lol.  Not sure what the locals thought of it but good effort anyway.

We all jumped aboard a taxi and headed for the Nile River camp for a good nights rest.