MANIC! Part 2

SO! Tuesday night I headed off to Makerere University, to meet the 60 or so Psychology students that I was gonna go to Burundi with, inc. my housemate, Sarah. RAUCOUS TIMES! The two lecturers there were FANTASTIC too.

The bus was 2 hours late, standardly, Ugandan time, and when we got on the bus there were no seats left, so Sarah said 'OK, we'll have to sit in the corridor.' What? Turns out they have these lovely little chairs that fold out into the aisle. Genuinely, I think that even THOUGHTS about health and safety must have been banned in Uganda years ago or something. Fuckin' lawless country. Anyway, slightly painful bus journey... Plus a stop-off for five hours in the middle of the night coz the headlights stopped working. And then a tyre broke. And then the whole bus broke. So we were stranded in the middle of nowhere for a few hours, getting prepared to camp out by the side of the road. And I lost my red tinted sunglasses. :( And there was no reception. HOWEVER, we managed to hail down some truck, and piled on to it, cattle-style, genuinely, OH THE PAIN, but exhilirating stuff. Eventually got to the nearest town, Kabale, which is very near the Rwandan border, nice and high in the mountains so v cold (hooray!) and had to spend the night there. Siiiiigh.

Oh my goodness though, these African chicks, they just LOVE GETTING THEIR TITS OUT

I'm just gonna take a moment to say how FUCKING ANNOYING I find girls. Even Ugandan ones are so OVERLY HIGH-MAINTENANCE I just wanted to yell what on EARTH how can you be so FUSSY about SHEETS and MOISTURISER and WARM TEA and take FIVE HOURS TO GET READY, this is AFRICA WHAT THE FUCK??!?!! Grrr girls. Though lollll, Ruth took one look at the sheets, shook her head, and was like 'Those sperms.' Laugh. But anyway, everyone kept being all 'MZUNGU are you ok are you ok?' And I was just like are you fucking joking? Of COURSE I'm OK, I have NO PROBLEM with roughing it, luv, look at your FELLOW UGANDANS they're the ones struggling! Sigh.

Oh my goodness though, these African chicks, they just LOVE GETTING THEIR TITS OUT. And I knew that Africans were shapely, but you just DO NOT REALISE how much so, until they are naked. My poor British, reserved eyes. This is NOT England.

Next day, found a working bus, and sat next to the loveliest girl ever, Peace, who told me all about her country life, which sounded AWESOME. Ugandan people can be so resourceful, I love it.

When we got to Rwanda - SURREAL TIMES! They searched everyone's bags... To take out all the plastic bags. WHAT? You're NOT ALLOWED PLASTIC BAG IN RWANDA. So much respect. And on Sundays the whole nation has to clean the cities and stuff, otherwise the authorities hunt them down, all the poor people, rich people, even the president - EVERYONE CLEANS. It's amazing. And sooo different from the dutty Kampala. The only moral/environmentally thing in Uganda is bottles, whereby if you don't give a bottle back to the person who sells it to you for them to recycle they find you and GET ANGRY. Anyway, this cleaning day in Rwanda, happens in Burundi too. Amazing stuff. I have a lot of respect for the Rwandans. Apparently if you ask them if they're Tootsie or Hutu (I have NO idea how to spell those words), they just reply 'I am Rwandan.' Amazing. It was so sad seing the countless mass graves all over the place, though.

Man, Rwanda was BEAUTIFUL. Lots of mountains just covered in green, and nice and cold coz of the altitude. However, when we got to the border to Burundi, IT WAS SHUT. whaaaat. So we had to stay the night there at the border. But wow that was incredible, with NO light pollution, it was genuinely as though someone had spilt a bucket of glitter over an endless piece of black cloth. STUNNING. Sleeping arrangements were painful though - as we couldn't afford a hotel, we slept on a floor, five of us squeezed together so we couldn't move AT ALL. I thought I would die. Thankfully it was only for about 3 hours... To be concluded!