Rafting, pyramids and monasteries

After a busy holiday period, we finally set off on January 4th for our much anticipated trip- Kampala (embarrassingly my first trip to the capital in 5 months!), Egypt and Ethiopia.
We took the bus from Mbarara to Kampala, the highlight of which was the pharm sales rep who junmped on on the outskirts of Kampala and gave us a thrilling 30 minute lecture about his deworming medicine in a flowery combination of English, Runyankole and Luganda. It worked. He sold about 10 packages of overpriced anti-helminthic meds.
We arrived at the bustling bus station, and were greeted by a crowd of energetic taxi drivers- even before the bus stopped moving. After picking the closest driver who wuold charge us a reasonable price, we headed off for the Red Chili hostel in a quiet neighbourhood on the outskirts of town. The following morning we were picked up and taken to Jinja- the town at the head of the River Nile and the site of some incredible, world-class, white-water rafting. The experience was absolutely awesome. While there were about 20 of us rafting that day, we were lucky enough to be in a boat with 4 other really interesting people: a Candadian who was teaching for a year outside of Masaka, her sister, and 2 Indian soldiers who were on leave from the UN peacekeeping force in the DRC- having been deployed following the CNDP's approach on Goma 2 months ago. It was a really fun day, about half of which we spent in the water. The highlight was the last rapid- a grade 5 which looked too daunting for half the boat, so Danny, myself and one of the Indian soldiers braved alone. The best description I heard from the banks afterwards was that our boat launched vertically then made a complete taco. Awesome. I came up about 40ft downstream and spent much of the time at the barbecue later trying to get the Nile out of my sinuses... The barbecue was delicious and the 2 large beers went down well before we jumped back on the shuttle to Kampala.
The next morning we caught a ride to the airport with another Red Chili guest (an interesting woman from Ireland who had spent most of her adult life abroad running preschools in places like Jordan, Saudi Arabia and now in Azerbaijan). I can't bear to write about the journey from Entebbe to Cairo because it brings back memories of Addis Airport... Suffice to say that on this evening I spend the first 10 of about 30 hours spent waiting in the departure terminal over the next 3 weeks!