A scared cry echoes in the darkness outside the house. Jaja says something through the window in hurried tones, and Martin and Caroline run outside to see. Jehan and I follow shortly after, someone on the path had killed a snake about the length of my arm. These are apparenty very dangerous. It had been stabbed through it's body with a stick. The group had brought gasoline, ro kerosene and burned the carcass to prevent smaller snakes from coming for the remains.
Yasin came to pick up Roh, Leandrea, Kirsten and myself to take us to Kampala and Jinja. About 80km out of Kampala our rear right tire popped. The tire gets changed and we arrive in Kampala. Traffic is dense, as it is the eve of Easter weekend, and following protests after the banning of a political opposition party. Loud music blares shouting praises to Jesus sounds more like a rock concert than Easter mass.
Kirstin is dropped off, and we start heading towards the taxi stand. The car dies. It seems the battery is dead. While waiting for a battery the group heads up the road to find dinner, and the car starts up again. After a particularly long light we hop in, illegally apparently, and proceed to get food.
As Jinja gets closer, semi-trucks and storage containers are a common sight. Lighting strikes in the distance, and gets louder and bright as we get closer to town.
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