Up Shit Creek, But With A Paddle...

I got a bus from Kampala with a Canadian guy I met in at the hostel, confusingly also named Paul, and got to Bujagali-Falls ready to do some whitewater-rafting. The falls lie just outside the small town of Jinja, close to the source of the White-Nile. Rafting was exhilarating and at points, when the raft flips or the rapids throw you off, terrifying. Being tossed around under the strong waves for what feels like minutes only to then bob up and get stuck under the rubber-boat can be pretty scary. It wasn't quite as full on as I had expected though, when you're going down through some of the world's best rafting rapids it's all very exciting, but then between them it can be a long stretch of the Nile which you slowly paddle or just drift along. Paul and I stayed in Jinja two nights, going on the inaugural boda-boda (motorcycle) pubcrawl and relaxing at our hostel beautifully perched on a cliff overlooking the starting point of the river which has been following me for a few months, allthough this was probably the last time I see the murky waters for a long while. Then we headed back to Kampala and our crowded backpacker's hostel where once again Mitchell had caught up with me, and we could all enjoy the nightlife and general mayhem which is Kampala. Today I decided to go to the doctor as I haven't been feeling 100 percent for the past two months or so, and I finally caved in. It turns out I have typhoid fever, and I will be on medication for a fortnight, however I am determined to not let this bring me down and the quality of the blog will hopefully not suffer...