After a long day travelling, and our first night under mosquito nets, we opted for a late breakfast. We were joined by Trevor and Francis, who had been in western Uganda working with some hospital facilities. We spent some time in the shade next to the pool discussing our cameras and how we saw the days ahead pan out. However, we needed to exchange currency and so we headed into Kampala, choosing the Speke Hotel as our meeting point for a late lunch.
We made our way across the city to Namirembe Cathedral (the Hill of Peace). There was a wedding going on in the Cathedral itself, so we walked around the outside. We found the best locations for shooting sunset, but were still in plenty of time. There were some young men on the terrace below us playing brass instruments - a Boys Brigade Band taking time to practice playing and marching. Most of us ended up spending some tine with them taking photos and enjoying their exuberant music.
We found the cafe at the Guest House, so enjoyed a cup of coffee before heading back up to the summit to watch the sun go down.
From the top there is a view east across the city centre with a mix of older buildings and modern high-rise shiny office buildings, and to the west across some of the outer suburbs. The smoke from cooking fires created a thin layer of haze over the homes and shops that spread towards the horizon.
After the sun had set, and we had remembered to coat ourselves in DEET, we left the Cathedral and were hosted by some friends of some of our party in their home. They are part of a choir which tours Uganda, and overseas, and they thrilled us with singing and their musicianship. In returned to took some portraits of the adults and children, formal and informal, before food arrived. As they introduced themselves it became apparent that here were some key people for the future of Uganda, and their hearts were set on serving and praising God in a profoundly humble fashion.
We finally stumbled back into the vans to be driven across town again for our accommodation at the home of Andrew and Evelyn. The three hours time difference with the UK meant that it was definitely past bedtime, but the Yeovil vs Manchester United match was just starting on the TV. I was too tired to watch.
We quickly settled into what would become our new nightly routines; wash, change, find our beds, check the mosquito nets and then plug our camera camera battery chargers into as many sockets as we could find.