Last day in Uganda

We woke up to the loud thuds of raindrops pelting the tin roof of Marley's doghouse.  Oh no! We never thought about rain.  We thought about buying our 40,000 Ugandan Schilling tickets ( 20 bucks) the day before.  We thought about which taxis we would have to get on in order to get to the bus park.  We thought to  charge our ipods and pack our bags. We even thought enough to  buy a loaf of bread and jar of nutella for the journey (great call on our part).  We did not however, think about rain.  It has only rained like once since we've been here. Why does it have to rain on the day when we have to get up at five in the morning and walk up a small mountain with all our luggage to the paved road where the taxis drive.  Today definitely would have been one of those days where I just go back to sleep and enjoy the sounds of nature until I needed food, but we have a bus leaving at 6:15 that we have to be on.  So we trek out into the downpour in our sandaled feet up the muddy road in the pitch black.  We make it to the partially paved road where we normally catch taxis to town but the street is deserted.  Not even the crazy boda boda drivers are out trying to hound us for rides.  We keep walking toward the road that has more pavement on it.  We see a couple of our boda drivers uncomfortably keeled over their motorcycles sleeping ( I always wondered where they all went at night).  The main road has only a few more people on it and the cars pass too slowly for my liking.  A taxi stops with the conductor motioning us in, but when the door slides open we see it is already full (by our standards at least) and most definitely would not accommodate our huge backpacks and us.  I begin to think we will not make it the bus station on time.  If we couldn't fit in a taxi I thought we would just get a private hire, but none of them were out because of the rain, along with the rest of Uganda, so now we didn't know what to do.  We wait on the curb and watch cars pass us by as we get soaking wet.  Finally another taxi stops and there is one seat available in the front so we just throw our bags in and then cram ourselves in around them.  I think Tyler hit this woman in the face with his backpack.   It was a relief to get to the station and learn that the bus had been slightly delayed, which figures, because we were definitely slightly delayed getting there on time.  It was a good last memory of Uganda and our time there.

So we made it to Kenya smoothly and were collected by our friends from nazareth hospital.  We have spent the last couple of days resting and relaxing on the compound of nazareth which has a breathtaking view of the african countryside.  The nuns who work here have fed us well, they make some of the best chapatti ever,  and kept the fridge stocked with Coca-Cola, the bottled kind with real sugar in it mmm.  We ventured out today in Kenya's finest public transportation, the wonderful matatus, much are like Uganda's taxis but with twice as many people.  We are currently sitting in this nice little cafe drinking milkshakes and trying to plan out our short stay in London on monday and tuesday of next week before we head to Barcelona to meet up with our friends.

We will most likely come back here on saturday to use the internet so if you want to skype us we should be on during the morning in the U.S. 

E