Our journey to school is by a local taxi which basically means that someone who can drive and has a car can make some money by driving folk about. Our taxi is quite clapped out and appears to be kept together on a wing and a prayer.
The taxi man loves playing his music at full blast so yesterday we were treated to Phil Collins all the way back to Masindi. Today we suggested that he might like to turn down the volume and then realised it was probably stuck on loud, very loud and deafening….when we set off and realised it was Phil again we had to laugh. So absurd driving along a Ugandan road in the red dust with Groovy Kind of Love playing away, although maybe highly appropriate with Another Day In Paradise!
This evening on the way back the taxi pulled over and stopped at the side of the road – next thing the bonnet was up and we were out. Then the driver disappeared and we were left wondering whether we should hitch a lift back to town. Fortunately it was just a top up of petrol that was needed to get us safely back.
Safely back and covered in red dust from every other vehicle which passed us as we were waiting. The colour of the water in the shower at the end of the day is amazing!
We’re hoping that the driver manages to find another cassette tape for Monday!
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