Kampala

... is, for the record, hell on earth.  I have had a chronic headache and asthma attack in one afternoon.  And... my one and only sausage for supper was just stolen by the naughty little boy who I met on my first day here (the one that went through my suitcase).  The parents aren't here to supervise.  Things aren't going swimmingly today.  I wish I'd stayed in Jinja for another night instead. 

Two more sleeps and I am coming home.