Finally, say that camp is to disregard our hotel Astoria. It took a while to find it. It was the third test, after walking 3km well spiral back 400m from the bus station where we had arrived. Over a three-storey shopping mall or found exclusively tailors and hairdressers are among the first in a large pool restaurant. The rooms are in three floors above. The reception is wonderful, the room is very spacious and there was even an exquisite luxury: a hot shower! Our first in Africa. Only flat, unlike Tanzania, Uganda hotels n 
have not usually include breakfast. By cons, Mary, the maid with whom the net is installed on the first night, which is Abdu the household, Alema and his sidekick Ethiopian which I forget the name at the reception, and many waiters and waitresses of the restaurant, all are very caring. They have significantly our ages, and quickly become friends. It is indeed rare to be noted, there was a little sad to leave them leaving. Kampala is the capital has the bustle and incessant. When one goes out into the street, there are sellers or that the gaze is. Shops along the street, many "malls" on several floors, sellers who put their stalls on a linen on the pavement, and even itinerant fruit vendors who carry their goods on their heads. Here fabrics, clothes, tailors in the street nearby, the v
endeurs of books on the main avenue, banks too, currency exchange "forex" in parallel, bus stations and marches in the streets. Each place has its specificity. On street corners, the inevitable boda-boda. These are riders who take passengers anywhere in town. Better than taxis, they slip in traffic and burn the few red lights. We did not try, just to save a little by security as being driven by a stranger without a helmet in the dense traffic is not reassuring, and Finally, because we preferred to explore the town on foot. It is not too hot, and it needs exercise. 
Moreover, it does not run during the short week we spend in town. It first looks for the tourist office, the guard weapon that makes the security of the Post tells us two streets. Found, but the office just moved. One of the workers who renovated the site offers us to show us the direction. We follow a mile, before it is simple enough that it can tell us how to walk the next two. Over an hour of walking in the end of the first night! The next day we did it again to get to the Embassy of Ethiopia, to the visa. The young woman's home is not pleasant, and tells us the bad news: Ambassador e 
Ethiopians in Nairobi (Kenya), who imposed the new rule the earth not to visas for the french (and citizens of countries with an Ethiopian diplomatic mission) came here to spread the word. If we want to go to Ethiopia, it is imperative to take the plane and make the visa on arrival at the airport. We are very disappointed, but very quickly considering a new plan: we forget Ethiopia, and we go back to Egypt overland through Sudan. We will first was the Egyptian embassy, which takes us a long walk for recess, she changes address, to ensure that we can get our visa on arrival by ferry from Sudan across Lake Nasser. No problem, then we go to the embassy of Sudan for a visa and ask their opinion as to the crossing of a region that has still been at war for 40 years (
but who knows the peace since 2005) . From after the echoes that are obtained, one can pass without problems, provided anyway to be well informed about security at each step. One again the next morning to deposit our passports and fill out the form. Overall, the process is painless. Already, the keeper who welcomed us was very nice. The sofas are comfortable (AC is important!) We put the passports Friday morning (one hour for the form, complete and file) and then returned Monday. They are not ready, but we pay the visa (5
5000 Ugandan shillings, or about $ 25 U.S. per person) after another hour of waiting. On Tuesday afternoon, the visas are ready and are obtained immediately. Other applicants that we met were friendly. One of the people with whom we talked, a Ugandan employee has the British High Commission, must obtain a visa for an Englishman who has registered on the form he wanted to visit the British Amabassade Juba (Southern Sudan). In fact, there is a consulate, and the slip did not really like to Sudanese officials, who accuse the English want to divide the country. The Ugandan employee arranges the blow by striking "Office of the Embassy" instead of "embassy". Everything works out. We are offered a Fanta to celebrate our visas for a period of two weeks (extendable to one week in Khartoum) after entry into the territory in the next two months. 
then passed some time between banks and bureaux de change to a reserve currency because there is no distributor in Sudan. Many of us dollars, and also Sudanese pounds, found a very good rate here, because buyers are scarce. These recent steps taken, we could get under way, and leave Kampala, Jinja direction, the sources of the Nile, the river-god that we will follow in the coming weeks. M 
ais before we embark on new adventures, then tell our weekend in Kampala, because we did not do that walking into an embassy embassy. We also did some shopping. Sudan guide, map of southern Sudan, pants for me because one of my two shorts just cracked, and the pants will be de rigueur in the Muslim Sudanese regions. We also bought the fabric, and some souvenirs. We also conducted interviews for the blog pro Magali. And let's face it, we even eat ice cream in a mall. More funny, it was bought false alliances. As a false marriage, it was a try squatting copper rings on the curb. Was found. We did this because everyone asks if we are brothers and sisters or marries, and the answer "boyfriend-girlfriend" No
is not convincing. For example, the teller of the Sudanese embassy m'addressait not to speak, having no eyes for Magali. It was noted that false alliances are a good argument, because people look at our hands when they ask the question. Other luxury unheard, it was the theater, see a musical: Blissful Hell. The plot is simple: Sydney and Cathy are in love, but Cathy went to live two years in the United States. Meanwhile, Daphne seduced Sydney, and it the day of their betrothal Cathy comes as a surprise. We will not recount every detail of this story of manners and murder. We laughed a lot, with quirky characters like 002 alias 00 (2, because there are two O), an inspector always ridiculously dud but solves all the surveys, or has
Vocat alcoholic who confounds circumstances, and circumcision circumference. Moreover, the stage of the trial certe satirical suggests that justice is an institution in Uganda rather surprisingly, with a judge in a white wig (thank you English) that nobody should touch with a translator and language that is local telling in green and not ripe. We just understood ManU to Manchester, where he replaces the city's football club but there must be a shovel. Only regret therefore, that half of the text is in Luganda, the language of traditional e
the area of Kampala, one of the 60 used in Uganda. It appears after a wonderful happy ending in triple happy marriage while the bandits are behind bars for OO. Over 4 hours of show, we feasted. By day, we walk through town to visit the graves of Kasubi. En route, we toured the Cathedral, atop one of the many hills on which the city is built. The wind freshens, the shade of palm trees. Then passes through neighborhoods to reach the site of graves. A Northern Irish joins us and a guide tells the story of the 4 preceding kings of Buganda, the kingdom which was Kamapala the capital, and who are the ancestors of the present King, the honorary status, but prestigious.
Finally, we can say that Kampala is a city where one has felt well, which is rare for a capital. The secret is that people take the time to haggle over time, the time to talk, time to laugh. Typical example, we pass the parliament at sunset. I want to take a picture and ask the guard who answered me very much "this is not how we are doing here in Uganda!" First, we ask how it goes, then it presents itself, then we talk a little, then it's when I politely asked to do a photo that does not interest me much anymore, so we spent a good time to share and laugh.
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