We arrived in Gulu last night around 8:30 after a 6hr drive – which was only two hours over schedule – from
We started Saturday off on a bad note when our chimp tracking expedition in the Kyambura (Chyam-bora) gorge turned up no chimps – and the local definition of Kyambura is: to look and not find. After our failed tracking attempt we got on the road to
We were told there was a gas station about a kilometer away. After about a kilometer our driver Tabu asked a guy on the road how much further it was, he said about two more kilometers. After stopping and asking about a half dozen times we finally reached a little road side boda-boda repair shop, about six kilometers later. After about 45mins – during which time Andi was the object of affection for the local boda-boda drivers, one even wrote his phone number in the dust on her window - they patched the leaky spare and we got back on the road.
Within 20 kilometers we were at a larger tire place and the tire was leaking again. This happened two more times before were back on the road with a new(ish) tire and a usable spare. But once the tire issue was sorted the road wasn’t any more hospitable. Beside the damned speed bumps – which are either so big you could get air hitting them too fast, or so small and close together they could shake a car apart – the dust on the road was like driving in a blizzard; except you can’t taste a blizzard.
All this nonsense ended up turning a six hour drive into an eleven hour one. So the six hours to Gulu was a breeze comparatively. But everything here takes just a little bit longer – or a lot bit longer – than it should. This is, after all,