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Leaving from Backpackers at 6:30 am to get to the Post Bus Station we found ourselves in morning rush hour traffic, dah! So after waiting for 15 min.(we had to get there according to the LP by 7 to get tickets/a place on the bus...first come first served), we split up, Bon & Mari taking the first avail. myself in another about 10 min. behind. Since the whole system is basically screwed, that is does not really work, by the time I got near the bus/taxi stop about 7:30 the taxi let us out at a place 2 blocks from its normal delivery point. I looked around as much as one could with hundreds of Monday morning commuters scrambling all over to get somewhere, and decided to just head for the Post Bus Stop and hope the others would get there on time as well. Long story short, Bon got there and did not find me so headed back to the taxi spot to see if I was still there. Meanwhile, I arrived at the Post Bus Station and found no one(now it was 7:45). The driver was very helpful and understanding after I explained the situation...He said he wouldn't go until 8:15 so with the extra time I relaxed a little until Mari arrived alone. Asking her where Bon was she said she left Bonnie behind because she(Mari) wanted to take a taxi whereas Bon didn't mind taking a motorbike taxi.

Bon arrived a bit out of sorts but leaving at 8:15 we took an hour to get out of town.

About one o'clock it began to rain buckets which slowed us a bit arriving in Kabale about 4. The driver told us about Amagara Cafe & Guesthouse which turned out to be the place we had intended to stay anyway. Nice folks there, the driver having also called them at the Guesthouse so they sent a fellow to help us find the place & carried some bags.

The countryside to Kabale was at first flat then rolling hills and then turning into mountainous hillsides intensively farmed. All was deforested, the flat part just green scrub trees, but later very green and cultivated. Lots of banana plots/plantations as well as individual family gardens. Went by many board tables in front of each house with red & white potatoes stacked up neatly in containers. When we got to the mtns. saw lots of bags of charcoal for sale.

The homes in most areas are brick covered stucco but poorer ones are just mud covered or perhaps just brick/mud brick.

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