Kampalone

Kisumu is the third largest city in Kenya, however this doesn't mean there is very much to do. It lies on the shores of lake Victoria, unfortunatly the shores are lined with garbage and it doesn't make for a very nice beach-promenade. We spent three nights in the city which was also the end of the road for Elias. He got a job offer back in Stockholm and as I travelled towards the Ugandan border he was heading back to Nairobi to catch his flight. It is very strange to be travelling alone after having my faithful companion by my side for the past five months, but I will do my best to stay safe on my own. The trip to Uganda took me back into the northern hemisphere and through your run of the mill frontiertown of Busia. It's strange crossing manmade borders where the nature seems to know it should change to give you an indication of being in a new country, and on this crossing the arid yellowish landscape transforms into lush green jungle almost imediatly. Once in Kampala I didn't have to worry about being solo as the Backpackers Hostel was like stepping into the South East Asian travel scene, with a huge number of youngsters sitting around playing drinking games. Seeing as I now know about half of Israel's population I inevitably bumped into four more which I had met in different Ethiopian locations, also Patrick, an American teacher working in this area of the world who I first met in Ethiopia randomly showed up at the hostel. I spent five days walking around the hilarious chaos of the city centre, seeing Gaddaffi's Mosque, savouring the slightly tastier cuisine and just generally lounging about. Tomorrow morning I head to Jinja where I will take on the Nile and do some whitewater rafting, but more about that when it's actually been done.