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O n out of the Khartoum airport with our heavy bags. It's hot, very hot. We take a minibus to the Souq Al Arabi, ie the city center. We got off the bus, and immediately two men walking down the street RESOLVE to support us at the hotel Khalil we ask them. We walk a quarter of an hour with them to go. Both wear a white turban on his head and wearing a large djelabah. Reaching the hotel, they make us sit at the terrace restaurant and order grapefruit juice 4. Their smiles spread over their faces, large ears: "Welcome to Sudan! The more we considered age as his enfants.Une rafarichis time and rest, they accompany us at the hotel and make us see the room or we install. A photo soouvenir, and here they go again. Our first good meeting "has the Sudanese."

the hotel where we're staying is low end. Only men are sleeping, and to have a private space, we take a triple room (it pays 3 to 3 * 12 = 36 LS). Sitting inside, it feels like an oven. Everything is better quandon turns the fan on the ceiling, then it's like in a giant hair dryer. To tell you the heat was realized since the wax epilation Magali Khartoum has melted! At night we open all the windows, which overlook the terrace and the hotel corridors to allow air circulation cooler. The intimacy is not very latimes places, and besides, it's just outside our door that spont installed carpet that tenants do their prayer.

Our first impression is arrived dansune beautiful city (easy after the corrugated metal walls of Juba). We note that there are many private cars, buildings of several floors. We stayed at the heart of the Souq Al Arabi, ie downtown. As in Kampala, he reigns a sort of quiet excitement, which is reminiscent of the quiet bubbles an aspirin is thinner in his glass of water. Besides, you can take a glass every street corner. In the shelter of a tree, or under the shady arcades that run along a building, there is always a lady surrounded small stools. Faced with a row of jars containing herbs and the spices, a small fire and a kettle. She serves tea, coffee or m karkade (or hibiscus infusion fetish Magali, recalling the taste of red fruits).

Many times we are invited, and it's always unplaisir to chat with Sudan. One knows a dozen words of Arabic, they often little more than English, and there are proper names, beginning with "Zidane"! We must say that after a year of travel, one is amazed by the kindness and warm hospitality of Sudan. Already in Juba, we were offered several times of mineral water, or pay the minibus route.

In Khartoum, we first go to our license photo. This is done to the Department Tourism, a dilapidated building or a few people are sitting empty offices too. They are so friendly, it's a pleasure to do an administrative procedure. Draw goes to the national museum, or you start with lunch .... The FUL is a typical Sudanese dish: asparagus with black bean oil that is eaten by hand with bread. As it stands, it's a bit ettouffe-Christian, but it is often served with cheese and sometimes with a few vegetables. Eaten, although one must admit that after two weeks of this regime, our intestines do not rejoice as much. The museum has some nice pieces, dating from different periods or Nubia was incorporated into the Egyptre or on the contrary has prevailed along the Nile. On the outside, some from reconstructed temples along the Nile that were submerged when the Egyptians built the Aswan barage, which created Lake Nasser. But what we prefer, what are the paintings of the 6-eglisesd 7th centuries, now submerged under the same lake. We discover wings of the archangels, saints and Byzantine Greek. That's funny to think that at one time all of Africa's North East was Christian. Islam has taken over, and Christianity has declined locally due to its isolation vis-a-vis Europe. Remains a minority Coptic, and of course Ethiopia.

Late after-noon nap after a shortened, because the power cut has stopped the fan, but offset by two new grapefruit juice, which was elected "best drink on earth", not least, we see the confluence of the two Nile Blue and White. It is accessed through an amusement park a bit dull during the week, overwhelmed by heat. Sitting in the shade of a tree, looking at the fishermen and the Nile while sipping a Fanta.

Another nice walk in Khartoum was the Souq Omdurman. A little galley to find the minibus to go, but the place is beautiful. It's just a big market, or selling everything: clothes, kitchen utensils, fruit, meat, spices, carpets, fabrics ... We walk there, greeting people, taking some pictures. Nothing special, except the kindness of heat andthe Sudan. I took a grocer enphoto me thank us offrantun bag of dates. Further, we are invited to drink a soda through a grandfather. It responds to some of his questions: "Franca", "Jeremy", "Magali", we show our (false) alliance to say we're married, "No, no kids yet, but you travel first, then we will when we're calm has returned to the house! " We also note the address (in Arabic) of our interlocutor, fFor send the pictures to our return. Often, the Sudanese have invited to take a drink, a way for them, which can generalementpas travel, discover untant is little the rest of world.

Return minibus has been fairly adventurous. Must traverserle Nile, and at this hour of the day, 3 of 4 lanes of the bridge moving in opposite direction to ours. This annoys our driver, who goes into reverse on two opposite. The oncoming vehicle shake painfully so we advance gradually, followed by a queue of opportunists. Half-bridge, a police motorcyclist we catch him, said something to the driver and eventually crossed. Nepas to deal with him, our driver turned around as soon all the vehicles that followed us. Water boatmen for not police, we must take a big detour to cross the next bridge, but all's well that ends well we return to hotel.

Thursday morning at 6am, we went to the "bus station" Sajan, who had spotted the previous day. This is actually a boutiqueau edge of the avenue, or there is a grandbus, and two ladies who serve tea. Magali drinks a karkade myself a coffee with spices, draw gets in a beautiful air-conditioned bus, a confoirt we have not seen in Thailand for 6-hour drive up to Karima.

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"There are fears that I will not suffer. "
Paul Gadenne

When a film is bad, to find the need to talk, I know that this trend is valid to make it dangerous to its nullity is at least a carrier of something serious, one through the company, or a discrete drift instead of passing an enormity.

And casually, without too arrogant yet Life at the ranch al'agressivité of these things which flatten, those who think they taught to give shape and meaning to what they understand and so it spread fairly empty, almost militant, as if things are said and existed where each plays out in its mimic travesties of psychological dilemmas with two bullets, to foment a lewd adventures, dull as a tea which we would never have changed the bag.

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In the Far West The South Sudan

A bus is supposed to arrive in Kampala, Gulu has to stop here and continue up to Juba, the first city in Southern Sudan, 200km from the Ugandan border. We arrived at 5:30 in the morning to be sure, the wait is long like a night without sleep. We hear frogs croaking in the puddles of rain, a priest preaching the gospel in a radio trimballee by a man wrapped in a large anorak. Then the cocks crow, and the service station to which new look, along with the locals, eventually die out. It is getting good, we cease to shiver. We see through the first few school children in uniform, officers bicycle safety with their shotgun, then all a lot of people on foot, bicycle, motorcycle, Jeep. But still no large bus. At 9am, a dala-dala stops before we announce it goes up to the border town of Nimule. It is ten dusting our bags and go, but, by packing it, the driver can bring almost double passengers must wait one hour before starting. This allows time to moult vendors come to us section of their bananas, ties, dvd, dermatological soaps. "But I have no problems with M. skin!" a woman protested, laughing.

It therefore comes from. The dust of the track seems to rust in the sun, both its bright red along the green landscape. When the war was spitting fire on its southern Sudan, the region around Gulu has hosted many refugees. Five years after the signing of the peace, the Western NGOs for education, against hunger, for health, against exclusion, there remain still very active. It makes us funny traverrser such area. The track proves wrong, progress is 20km / h. And then we stop: a truck stuck in ruts of traffic crashes, however meager. At the time, in a roar of engines and splashed muddy, it clears up, finally, we fail more to get into the minibus: the porter was blocked!

Finally, despite everything, we arrive at the frontier post. Passports stamped and money exchange, Jeremy and I can get on the big bus come to Kampala. We finally catch up, and there are just 3 places! I find myself sitting next to the copilot, fatherly me by regulating the angle of my seat as if I sleep or not, and ensuring that attach to my belt. Sudanese side, track, excellent, or through a hilly savanna Jeremie perceives monkeys. Less funny, all the men wear a Kalashnikov. On a bottom side, abandoning a tank points its gun skyward rust. The driver plague cons a bit shady types who stop the bus to claim a "tax shift". We are not happy with our chosen path ...

Night Arrival in Juba. Only a few luxury hotels, grocery stores and a fountain has the absurd exuberance are enlightened. Let's see first hotel, but prices are displayed in dollars, and has three figures without commas! Our prices, ie even when 25 Sudanese pounds (8 euros), we landed in tin shacks without electricity (only a generator) or running water. It's hard to call "chamber" the cell in which we settle down: a penalty 3m long, scarcely more than 1.5 m wide, a single bed or bullets reactivate my DEVELOPED allergy to Calcutta, not to mention the ground dusty concrete impossible to rid your ants. At night, rats are riding on the roof in a devil's Rafuse. That evening, we see even go under our bed and climb up the pole that supports the ceiling. Add to this an ugly neon puffing and a fan who, anyway, does not work at night because the generator is off, and a net too short. It more than enough to elect this room the worst of it. And yet, I will evoke the squat toilet collective rarely cleaned, and the pissotierejaunatre shower or tub to wash it with opaque water, drawn from the Nile, trying not to rethink the type we caught peeing in the same shower.

The day after our arrival, we will register at the police as stated by Sudanese law. In fact, it looks like more to pay a below-the-table, as they noted our names anywhere. But at least they dab our passport and we rule. Back at the hotel, we learn that this season, the road to Khartoum is closed because flooded. However, one of the occupants of the hotel says there are barges every day. It proposes to accompany us to the port in the after-noon. We therefore expect a few hours. When he returns we will see, it displays an air of mystery. "I have to sell mercury" Incredulous, I wonder what the singer comes to the Queen, before he thinks he can understand us refourguer mercury contraband. We laughed a bit nervously, we said that we are not businessmen, and they prudently decline his invitation to go to port insistent together. We feel suddenly very suspicious, is right too, since Jeremy discussed the evening even slip a revolver under his pillow.

He reigns in Juba a Wild West atmosphere, businessmen or self-proclaimed (and translate truyands) who trade mercury for example, informal brokers, employees of the UN and many NGOs create a human landscape strange . Apart from the good quality hotels and some shops, no building is built of stone. It's a low town, sheets and plates, syphilitic by gray and dusty wasteland littered with bags and plastic bottles. In fact, it looks like a vast refugee camp which has continued. Moreover, it has never seen so many sellers of tents here! Suffice to say that we have no desire to stay there, irrespective of the rat hole where we pose our bags.

After politely rebuffed Mister Mercury, so we head to the port by themselves alike. The edge of the Nile is invested by many campers, which we do not really know if they wait a prochaind EPARTMENT barge, or if they simply live, close to the useful water for washing, cooking and laundry. The place also teems military. We learn that a barge about to leave for Kosti the same day! On board, there are already heaps of goods, people, goats, camp beds. We find a leader who tells us that the departure is imminent. As no one knows what Jamis does it mean, imminent, in these cases, especially in Africa, Jeremy wants to darken, try. But we do not find the military to have been issued permits and we must rely almost an hour to get to the hole rats recover and return the bags. Already stressing me. And above all, what frightens me is the idea to get on the barge for n'enredescendre that after eight days, while we have no food supply. For this kind of boat, the passenger is done entirely informal manner, each to care for her own supplies. All this to say I panic and that we decide not to go in the precipitation. We learn again, to learn from another barge to the surlendemaion, which gives us the time to prepare. We're now

the following day shopping: 5kg of rice, a dozen cans, some apples and oranges, 6 liters of water which then refill the Nile in dealing with micropur, biscuits, and even a tent, because it is the only way to protect from the sun on the boat, whose cabins are reserved for the crew. For the last night before the week without comfort that awaits us, we change our hotel and sleep in a nice bed for "only" $ 50.

the day, as loads of mules, we disembark at the port before 9am. Someone finally told us that the barge did not leave until the next day. We are delighted to spend hardly extra day in Juba, especially as our visa for two weeks will not allow us to take our time in northern Sudan (Juba 5 days + 8 days down the Nile = 13 days already!) That said, AC is still playable, especially since it is possible to ask Khartoum at least one week visa extension. But after a while, someone comes to inform us that the departure is postponed until next day, in other words qux Callender Pharaohs. The only boat that starts tomorrow is a tanker chartered by the UN, which does not take passengers. We try not to lose hope, and are asking other barges. But some are empty, the other for compensation.

We have to face facts: our dream is a water falls. Deep disappointment. With nothing to do in Juba, we head to the airport, hoping to take the same day a plane to Khartoum, the capital. M ais the last flight is now boarding. We are overwhelmed by bitterness, with our heavy bags as mountains, full of provisions now on absurd. It remains for us to buy our tickets for the 7am flight the next day and return to the hotel (good) Popuri rest, and try to digest this disappointment awfully hard to swallow. Fortunately the hotel staff to 3 / 4 empty is adorable. And then there is a lounge where you can watch DVDs. The films are available in the movies that are pulp fiction to literature, but at least we exchange ideas.

The next day, without departing stories but late, as if Juba liked to play pots of glue. It is a magnificent flight, and although it is frustrating to see so far lassives her curves, the Nile offers a fantastic view al skein sometimes frayed blue, green avecune to weave all crazier it emerge from the desert. Two hours later, when we do we're still not really used to the idea, we land at Khartoum, which displays a small 37 degrees in the shade.

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Budget The budget

us begin with an important point: the card is usable Mastercard Uganda. Stanbic bank has dealers who accept it in all cities. They say, because it is info we have not managed to find online. Even the Mastercard website does not mention it. For Visa, there are dealers everywhere. For MasterCard, it's Stanbic Bank.

Tourism in Uganda is much less developed in Tanzania. There are some parks, but much less developed than Kilimanjaro and Serengeti. There's the famous walk with gorillas, or p o the modest sum of U.S. $ 750 you can spend 1 hour near the monkeys. Genial, spend the money to spend 60 minutes with the animals, while people at the roadside are 2 years to earn it. So horrible tourism does exist, but fortunately for us, it is not massive. Apart from Jinja, where are the sources of the White Nile, Uganda is not a tourist country, not at all, and that's its charm.

The homes are cheap: 30000 Ush per night in hotel Astoria Kampala (Ush for Ugandan Shilling). The room is huge, with nice bathroom and hot water. The staff is adorable. At Jinja, we pay Ush 20,000 for rooms shabby and noisy, because there was a bar next to the street. In Mbale, we pay Ush 18,000 for a room very correct. The Green Top Kumi 26000Ush is wonderful for the night, the KSB Gulu also, for 22,000 Ush. Only the last two included breakfast.

transport are also cheap, even if the bus drivers are the only Ugandan seek scam. The 10,000 Ush per person departing on the border of Tanzania became 13000 on arrival in Kampala. Ush posters for the 4000 Kampala-Jinja turn in 5000 under the pretext of being a backpack. Between Jinja and Mbale, you pay Ush 8000, but they are all a sales pitch for our bags (they are asking for tickets to pay them! We finally put the bags to our seats and sit on it) and then we have to change buses. Quieter after M bale (or it's no longer any tourist) or expenditure 4000 to join one Kumi, then 15000 for Lira and Gulu to finally 10000Ush.

The boda-boda (motorbike taxi) are a pleasant way to travel, but not very reassuring, especially three on the bike without a helmet recess and along a dusty track full of holes. Were avoided as much as possible, but it was the only way to go and see Kakoro Nyero, or are the rock paintings. It was 3000 Ush has 2 pay every time, since for Kakoro Mbale, Kumi and since for Nyero.

is often eaten very heartily for a price between 10,000 and 15,000 Ush has two, including drinks. A few hits, like the tombs of Kasubi to Ush 10,000 per person. The guided tour (5000 Ush tip for the guide) is interesting, but no one knew that AC was burned. Ush 6000 per person for the national museum not inevitable. It was the theater in Kampala, see Blissfull Hell, for 30,000 Ush has two, and cinema has Mbale, see Chelsea Arsenal Ush for 1000 each. Guides rock paintings were adorable. We met them on the spot every time. Laurence Kakoro was very informal, but attentive. Okuma Nyero was more professional. In both cases, it was 6000 Ush leave a tip.

We spent a total of EUR 600 in two weeks, in a country that we really liked, and where we want to return. In October 2010, a Euro 3000 gave Ush.

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Uganda Tanzania

It took a while before we decided to let the Tanzanian budget. The time for us to discover Uganda and Sudan, which allows for some comparisons. It is important to distinguish between the tourist areas, Zanzibar for us, but there are Arusha and Moshi, the non-tourist areas, Mwanza for us, but there is also throughout the South and West. Dares Salaam, the capital is somewhat in between.
For meals, we spent between 4000 and 8000 Tsh (Tanzanian shillings) per person with a drink in Dar Es Salaam and Mwanza. In Stone Town, it was rather 8000-10000 Tsh and in Mohammed Matemwe between 12000 and 16000 Tsh, even if low, the portions huge help to settle for a flat for two when one has not too hungry.

For accommodation, we spent 50000Tsh per night at Mohammed. IT must be said that the bungalow next to the beach is fun. Anyway Tsh 35,000 for a Stone Town of Annex Guesthouse Abdalla, really ugly, but the city was invaded by the end of the Eid. 35000Tsh still in Dar Es Salaam, but for the Aroche Grand Hotel, spacious and very comfortable. We chose the YWCA second time. Best 8000Tsh march, but it's really ugly, with bathroom and toilet partitions, and the noise and smell of the station dala-dala. In Mwanza, Lake View Hotel has 15,000 Tsh night presents an excellent value for money (a bit above the Annex Abdalla example). The breakfast was always included, and the bathroom clean, private suaf YWCA.

For transportation, taxis are expensive esSalaam Dar. Tsh 25,000 for the center city from the airport, 10000 Tsh to go to a neighborhood a bit eccentric. Better to take the dala-dala (small buses) which costs Tsh 500 per person. The ferry to Zanzibar is theft pure and simple. This is the first transport round the world or we discover the special price for foreigners. For the slow ferry (3 hours crossing) has to go, we pay $ 20 U.S. per person, or rather a sum calculated with a shilling exchange rate well disadvantageous. In return, the ferry trip enuit slow. Price was a fast ferry (2 hours) for $ 35 U.S. per person. Two, AC is $ 110 for a roundtrip or Tanzanian pay 5 times more!

On the island of Zanzibar, we use the dala-dala to move a Matemwe Stone Town. The local pay Tsh 1000 for 50km, 2000Tsh foreigners without means to discuss. In Mwanza, we paid the same price as the locals, without question. On long trips, we pay Tsh 45,000 for a bus to Dar Es Salaam Mwanza. We got arnquer (as the locals), because the bus was announced live in 15h, while there was a change where you spent the night waiting in the bus again, fortunately far from be full. It took 28 hours! The ferry between Mwanza and Bukoba is cheap. We paid Tsh 30,000 per person for the night to pass, with a first class cabin. What must be added 3000Tsh person for the dala dala that leads to the Ugandan border.

Regarding visits, we saw the national museum in Dar Es Salaam, a bit short for 6500 Tsh per person. That of Zanzibar, the "House of Wonders" is much longer included, and costs only 3500Tsh. A Bujora near Mwanza, we saw the Sukuma Museum. 8000 Tsh for the guided tour, a good time. In Matemwe, it was also a boat trip to the snorkle. Tsh 30,000 per person for a very disappointing morning.
Before arriving in Tanzania, we wanted to climb Kilimanjaro, or go on safari. Prices are prohibitive. The parks have an exorbitant cost $ 60 U.S. per person per day. Of course, you also pay for the guides, vehicles, cooks etc., for a price match.

be clear, these prices have shocked us deeply. First intrinsically. Jens, a German we met has paid us $ 700 for 5 days safari, by far the best price we've heard, then we did four days by jeep to Uyuni (Bolivia) for 300 $ us two year passes. It is also shocking because the average income in Tanzania is U.S. $ 400 per year (15,000 euros against France). Imagine a couple who spends 60000euros for 5 days in the Alps? Finally, the consequence of these huge sums is human horror. People see white as a money pump. It has information to rent a car for the day safari. A seller has dared say $ 700 per day!

Also, Tanzania is the only country we have seen where people ask for money. India, Bolivia, Uganda, has met a few people begging, but in Tanzania, Gesner call without hesitation after 2 minutes of conversation that they pay the airfare to France, or one year of study. In general, the Tanzanians were warm and welcoming smile, but this money is a real problem of relationship.

We spent a total of 1000Euros in 19 days, which is one of the expensive places around the world. Ah yes, you would like us if we do not give the rate of exchange: 1 Euro = 2000 Tsh in September 2010.

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... And for the opportunity I suggest you find the cover of the book to be published by Editions Icare in spring 2011. Note that this coverage may be altered a bit by then, and the entire corpus of text which is the playing field is still trying to perfect the best of what we can do!
(Issue 6 / 11: I found some time tonight to work on the model of cover, so hop first update of the image!)

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Thing As promised, here is a preview of the cover of Volume 3 of Neanderthal (editing of the text is tentative). I do not deny one side "prehistoric star wars" duel with spears-crystal lasers hunting.
The album is scheduled for March 2011.

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Gulu Jinja Mbale Kumi

The output of minibuses in Kampala seems endless. Along the road, there are shops, marches has no end. Then when it's the same campaign, avecses banana plantations here and there, the boxes with the thatched roof, and a portion of the journey, the tea plantations of sight, then a cane sucre.Plus away marsh, overgrown with papyrus. Just before reaching Jinja, cross the Nile on a barage. This is the White Nile, but it is already huge and blue.

The city of Jinja, everyone introducing ourselves as beautiful, we do not wrap. Strictly speaking, the odds FarWest, with broad streets well, sparsely populated during the hours of siesta, lined with colonial style houses, is not unpleasant. But people are less posh Kampala's probably because it is one of the few tourist attractions in Uganda. We wanted to rest a few days before heading back, and update blogs. Bad luck, our hotel is facing a pool bar open all night: music and boozers until 5am, as if there was. Another downside, internet connections really rotten. A little better when we realized that it was better to go off-peak hours in the morning or early after-noon.

You still believe you said bad things, but one thing that we scored in Jinja, what are the gringos. Mostly American, and I dare say the most ugly: overweight, stinking money and Christ has full nose. I have nothing against obese, the rich or the Christians, but tourists white East Africa often has owned several of these categories, generally runs in 4x4 and sleeping in upscale hotels. No (few) signs in our eyes of tourists "backpackers" who roamed the Latin America, Australia and Asia.

Another criticism was that city: his treasure, the sources of the Nile. Of course, the place is beautiful. Lake Victoria does not finish to drain and escape by becoming one of the most beautiful rivers in the world. As if to mark its point of departure, we find an island inhabited by birds. We spend an hour to watch the sunset. Many times we see massive take-offs from the island, which come to populate the sky blue with darker. We understand that Speke, the first European to discover the places there was going 6h contemplate.

So what we complain? Of the development. Pass pay 10,000 Ugandan shillings (3.50 euros) to reach them. Accept the gift shops on the way to allow many people to get by. By cons, billboards for beer, not genial, even less when it comes down and the wall surmointe is a grid (useless), the e all painted in red and yellow colors of the Nile Beer. And above all, the row of seedy bars, with music boom-boom ignoble (We love African music but it's infamous boom-boom) and billiards. To apreciate the scene quietly, we had to retreat to the maximum, and of course it is impossible to put out the boom-boom bass base. From a geographic point most mythioques Africa, they have managed to make a place as a friendly bar passes the outskirts of Newcastle. Bravo! In contrast, the town of Mbale is very pleasant. Found anonymity of a lack of tourism mass. The town is charming, perhaps because the wide streets are populated by merchants. And then the foothills of the African rift is visible from the balcony, with 3 waterfalls in the distance. We meet Edma has a terrace restaurant, where you feast on a dish of spinach to peanut. She has returned to his native region to bury his mother died recently. She now lives in Mombasa on the Kenyan coast, where she was a tailor before retiring. She likes to Kenya, a country much richer than Uganda. Still a good time, and has bavasser laugh.

Mbale was our base to go discover the prehistoric paintings of Kakoro. As is often the journey is mostly a pretext to discover a place back. Kakoro to go, we take a minibus that asks us to cross the main road with the runway, then a boda-boda (motorcycle) to enter the village. The bottom one is a bit lost, because nobody seems to know. It tells us even the seller of paints and cement when asked the "rock paintings! But we had spotted a rocky hill avecdes, so we head there.

way, we meet Laurence, who will guide us. It is a geography student, dreams of becoming journalsite, and runs on a nice bike. Thanks to him, you can really enjoy the fields, courts of houses, laughing with the kids who play soccer with a ball made of plastic bags collected. We met his grandmother, who greeted us by placing a knee, is the tradition here. We made a family photo at the cousins, and here we trudge to the rocks, or under the thickets. Arrived at the top, the view is magnificent, on fields of corn, potatoes, cassava, cotton, and houses, these small round huts with thatched roofs. The rock stands is spectacular, but the paintings are not very impressive, largely erased. But this is not serious, it was only a pretext, and we are delighted to make music by dancing on a rock imbalance. On a stone plaque, Laurence shows a train of dry cereal. They look like grain of mustard seeds (sorghum?) The locals use it to make a beer they drink on Sunday in a large container avecdes straws. We find the road by making a detour. It makes everyone a cuckoo, and it almost has the force cheeks hurt from smiling. Ca and sunburn are the two charges relating to a fabulous day.
Day is not over, because once come home and after a nap, you go to the cinema to see the poster Chelsea-Arsenal, English football. The room is packed, the seats are full to add, and we're sitting in a bay. The game is good and the atmosphere incredible. Everyone screams, claps, marvel. Decidedly, the town of Mbale does not leave us indifferent. I will not say not that I c. .. Mbale

The next step is the city of Kumi, or it moves into the chic Hotel Green Top. You take a boda-boda to the village of Nyero, or there are other prehistoric paintings. The place is less savage's Kakoro. That arrow, and one is greeted by a few people. Not very pleasant to negotiate informally the price of a guided tour. We accept and 6000 shillings. Once the issue settled by cons is awesome and we laugh a lot. The tribe that lives here is from Ethiopia. After going down the Blue Nile and Khartoum until the current goes up the White Nile, the people settled on plates in North Nyero. One party decides to go Near the rocks live, another to remain on the board. Dispute, which remains today a certain animosity and funny name: the old tired man in the North, and those who are already dead near the rocks.

The paintings are on three sites together. We see the sun god (concentric circles), canoes, a skeleton of a crocodile, scales of a man and a woman. The third site is a cool shelter under a big rock. We admire the view and chat and much more. As often happens in Africa, they are asking for help, but this time not just money. They are happy to know that we will speak of them on the blog. They would also European investors mount a hotel, and then they could formalize the guided tours. It must be said that the state has confiscated their land to protect the premises, but without paying compensation or develop the site. They do not like the Koreans and the Indians, already established in the region, with which human relationships are difficult. They mock the Muslims, they called Zinga-Zinga, ie "bearded-bearded".

On the way one of them, Otim, shows us his school. It was founded 4 years ago and she already has 4 classes. It is built right next to the university that Koreans have financed. Again, he asked for help. When told that he must find the means to happen, he says the only problem is the construction of buildings, the rest he finances. Small site visit, then register in the guestbook. It goes in part with the "school truck" because it is not a bus, but a truck that transports pupils, then boda-boda. New magical day. Then we make the journey to come to Gulu, and here we are, we had a rest last day in Uganda, before heading to Juba, Sudan, tomorrow matinb. Gulu is a bit of a border town, though still has 100km of Sudan. Above the shops and p [ace much notable. We put the ends tomorrow, and we do not know how the internet will work in Sudan, so do not worry if it takes a moment to post the next text.