Back to the beginning

We leave the monkey rock and drive through the park again and then continue on the main road. We encounter a lot of poverty, slums on the way to the capital. Naked little children sitting in the dirt, countless people offering the same vegetables, fish, and roasted bananas, and probably sitting on all of it due to the amount. People dragging their heavy goods on a bicycle along the hilly road to one of the markets. Seemingly happy and expressionless faces. I admit, our threshold for tolerable misery has been reached. At some point, you don't want to look closely anymore. We reach the capital Kampala after about 6 hours and get caught in the exhausting traffic. Here, pure selfishness rules. Everyone is only concerned about themselves. If you don't have enough for yourself, you have no reason to care about others. Sam pushes forward according to the motto: I have the biggest car, without even flinching. Whoever brakes loses. I have already stopped breathing multiple times. When we arrive at Lake Victoria, we say goodbye, not without a generous tip as is customary everywhere here and a little tear in our eye. Sam hasn't been home for 6 weeks and is definitely looking forward to it, but he doesn't show any emotion. However, he stands at the pier and waves at us for a long time. We take a boat to the Lagoon Lodge, which belongs to our tour operator Safari Uganda. It can be reached from the water and is beautifully laid out. Here too, we have a stilt house. Clean, great food, dark as a hole. The issue with the power is starting to annoy us. We organize a final trip to the capital for tomorrow. Slowly, we are looking forward to going home.