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. 
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