On Thursday afternoon I got back the guest house to discover that the water was turned off, not just in the guesthouse it turned out, but all over Jinja, on the first day I saw it rain, there was no water coming out of taps. This was a large obstacle for our plan to have pasta for tea, so instead it was out to “2 Friends”, an expensive restaurant that sells pizzas with bases that taste more like pastry. Then, because none one was teaching the next day we went out to Babez... with a ‘z’!!! To be honest, Babez had nothing on Sombreros, mainly because it only had one black light, instead of the hundreds at Sombreros.

Friday brought forth the loss of my market purchase virginity to a lady with three carrots and a man with two huge unripe avocados. Carrots were a little expensive at 15p each, but I got a bargain with the avocados at 12p each!

Later on, we were invited to a party/buffet/we really didn’t know what, at an international school by a Ugandan called Moses, who apparently went out with the girl who came from BCS last year. He grew up in an orphanage and became passionate about art. One of his favourite methods seems to involve stripping out fibres from big banana skins and then carving things into the leftover skin. It turned out that the evening was designed to get us involved in some of the work him, and his friends are doing in the community. He’s running a scheme teaching street kids art, and his friends were doing all sorts of similar work with street kids, and orphans.

This is what happens when you do

partying at an international school!

After the party everyone was invited to Nile View, where there is a casino, a live band, and a night club. The night club played mainly eighties cheese, but they definitely knew how to light the place better than Babez, UV lights EVERYWHERE!

This is some UV light based art!

Didn’t do any gambling, since I didn’t fancy losing money quickly, instead I tried my first “Reds” which is the Ugandan answer to cider, but is more like an apple flavoured liqueur. Then I got to enjoy the lovely eighties cheese while being bombarded with scary prostitutes who insist on pinching you if you don’t pay attention to them, and grabbing and holding onto you very determinedly.

Not only are you being bombarded by prostitutes though, you are also overwhelmed by the heat, which makes you go outside for air, where you meet yet more prostitutes who talk to you, one even told me that she’d just fallen in love with me! A good night out was definitely had!

Saturday was rugby day! For some reason I’ve not been invited to the rugby team, which is definitely nothing to do with my complete lack of any knowledge of the game, or my fear of the huge Ugandans that also play. But, some of the guys I’m staying with have been doing rugby, so we went to watch the game at five in the afternoon.

This is when a goat broke onto the field  

Spent Sunday doing absolutely nothing, after a communal effort to prepare a full English to recover from a heavy night out at ‘Nile River Explorers’ with a live band and a DJ who played proper drum and bass!!