Traveling from Kabale to Nkozi

Bry'Chell and I are getting pretty good at public transportation. Not pros or anything, but we can get from one place to another without totally freaking out.

Sunday we left Lake Bunyoni to go to church in Kabale. We had the same driver who brought us there pick us up and take us to church. I had forgotten it was the feast of Corpus Christi. Here that means a procession. A procession means the next mass starts late, like half an hour late. No sense getting upset about it. It's not going to change anything.

We cooled out heals with the rest of the crowd outside of the church.

Mass finally let out and we went in. This was the English mass which meant the mass was said in English but all the music was still in the local language. That was OK. Even if we don't quite know all the words, we're pretty familiar with most of the local music.

After mass Dennis, our driver, came and took us to the taxi park to catch the bus. As we got out of the car we were mobbed with guys trying to get us to take their bus, the one each of them was selling tickets to board. I told them to back off. I would choose the bus I wanted. One guy tried to take my bag--not as in steal, but as in carry to the bus. I gave him a dirty look and told him to take his hands off my bag. He did.

We chose the bus most likely to leave most quickly. This was, of course, the fullest bus, so we didn't sit together, but were across the isle from each other. I shared my seat with two guys. Somehow guys seem to think they deserve more space than women. I figured I paid the same price they did and deserved my seat.

After a few stops, things thinned out a bit and Bry'Chell and I could move and find a seat together. We did.

At each stop, vendors would crowd around the windows selling their goods. At most stops, these were food vendors, but some places there were other goodies. At one stop Bry'Chell wanted to buy some roasted bananas. I figured they were potentially among the least harmful food available. I've been warned not to buy the meat on skewers. It smells good, it looks good and most of the time it is good. Occasionally, it's not and that's a bad thing. The best bet is to avoid it. The roasted bananas were good. We had some snacks with us, but they needed some rounding out. The bananas filled the bill.

One of my students was on the bus. It was funny to think you're boarding an anonymous bus only to find it's not as anonymous as I expected.

After about five and a half hours, the bus stopped at Kayawbe and we took boda-bodas to the campus--about three kilometers from Kayawbe. It worked.