It was the first real trip outside Kampala and we were all very excited about seeing something new, it didn't matter what we got to see as long as it wasn't Kampala. Fort Portal is a very small and quiet place, which was nice for a change to the busy and noisy Kampala. There wasn't so much to do in Fort Portal, unless you wanted to go to one of the national parks that are close to there. But since we were going to stay there only for one night, we didn't feel that we had time for going to a national park. Instead we spent the Sunday afternoon with just wandering around in the town. As we were walking along a little dirt road we passed a house where a lot of old men were sitting outside. When they saw us they started to waive at us, wanting us to come over. It turned out that they were drinking the homebrewed beer made out of millet (I still don't really know what it is, some kind of seed they grow here. They also make porridge out of it for breakfast). The beer was served in a big bucket and they drank it with long reed straws. It didn't look very nice...It looked like someone had thrown up in the bucket and the beer was warm (!) and tasted sour. I didn't like it at all, but Margrete, one of the Norwegian girls, thought it was very good...One man started to feed us with some kind of barbecued meat and when I said no thank you and explained that I'm vegetarian he disappeared and came back with some bananas for me. We stayed and talked with them for a little while and then we went back home to our hotel and had dinner.
The next day (this Monday was a public holiday, because a king of one of the Ugandan tribes had died and it was the day for his funeral) we got up fairly early and went to some caves that were not far from Fort Portal. The caves were quite small, but it was still very nice. And there was a small waterfall there as well. On the site for the caves, we started to talk to a man, who was sitting and waiting. It turned out that he's a guide and arranges trips around Uganda. We all liked him very much and it ended with us arranging a trip to a national park with him as a guide. In the end of September we're going. I can't wait, I want to see lions and giraffes! :o)
The last bus back to Kampala left early in the afternoon and there was a lot of people who were getting on it + a real chicken in a plastic bag . People were pushing in a hurry to get on the bus, while I was being polite and let everyone to pass. I won't do that again...I almost missed out on a seat on the bus, but a nice girl saw me and got a seat for me. The trip back to Kampala went very quick, I sat talking the whole time to this girl who had got the seat for me. Coming back to Kampala was nice, all the cars and the noise didn't bother me although I've only been away for one night. To me it felt like coming home and that made me very happy :o)
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