After I had been relocated into the dorm by the persistent knocking of a member of staff I had to go hunting a gorilla tracking permit. I took a boda-boda (motorcycle taxi) into town and went looking for the Ugandan Wildlife Agency behind the Sherraton. Kampala is just a load of hills, so after puffing and panting up a few I realised the bloody thing wasn’t there. After going 1km up a dead end road and having to walk back down I admitted my error and gt another boda. The UWA was miles away by the British Embassy! Whats more they were fully booked for 6 months as advised by the dutchies. Hmmm. The woman in the office said her colleage would check and after a funny african conversation to tell her how disappointed she was at not seeing her in the office for so long, she told me to wait. I went up to the white water rafting company upstairs to see if they were still doing the full moon rafting as advertised on their posters. They weren’t. Back downstairs I was informed that there seemed to be a space to track gorillas on the 13th at the new site of Nhgagiro. All the site are pretty close together, but this was the most remote and ‘pain in the arse’ to get to. Still, if I wanted to go I would have to take any option I could. She wouldn’t let me pay a deposit but woud save it for me as I wasn’t carrying enough cash. I texted mum to ask her to transfer some cash as I hadnt had the chance to use the internet since arriving and my travel account with Nationwide didn’t have enough money in it. Good old mother! I spent the rest of the day wandering around Kampala exploring and trying to find somewhere nice to eat. I found a rather posh cafe filled with well to do locals and tourists using their laptops with the free wireless they were providing. No suitable african dishes so I had tortillas. I guess I would be ok if I like Zebra…



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