So, now we’re on our way to Entebbe and my medals of honour for white water rafting are 6 bright blue stitches across my left knee with only minimal screams as the doctor commenced repairs before the anaesthetic kicked in. I am glad today is a travelling day and I will have the opportunity to rest my leg. Getting in and out of the truck is less of an issue than I thought and, all in all, I am feeling quite confident.
When we arrive at Entebbe Backpackers, it is not apparent that there is a campsite beside this very basic hostel. Our tents are cramped together on a small patch of grass and negotiating the washing lines strung between them as everyone tries to get their clothes dried becomes a new Olympic sport for me. 100m hurdles with stitches? You try it! There is a wedding across the road and the music continues long into the night. The night continues long into the early morning... Maybe I can get some sleep on the truck?
When we arrive at Entebbe Backpackers, it is not apparent that there is a campsite beside this very basic hostel. Our tents are cramped together on a small patch of grass and negotiating the washing lines strung between them as everyone tries to get their clothes dried becomes a new Olympic sport for me. 100m hurdles with stitches? You try it! There is a wedding across the road and the music continues long into the night. The night continues long into the early morning... Maybe I can get some sleep on the truck?
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