It's my birthday and yet again I am in a foreign country. The weather was miserable over night with an epic storm waking me up around 2am!
Having woken up early to ensure that we were ready in time for the arrival of the bus to take us to Uganda, it is now greatly apparent that we have a wait on our hands. So, having enjoyed the god punctuality of Rwanda, we are now running well and truly on 'Uganda Time'.
Regardless, you cannot beat morning in this part of Africa. The mist in the valleys. The small lines of smoke floating lazily up into the sky and bodies pouring forth from buildings in anticipation of a day of tilling the land. Rush hour for the subsistence farmer, though their job isn't enviable, seems a lot more relaxed than what I am altogether more used to.