The original plan was to relax at home for my last few hours in Kampala. But, as a friend of mine pointed out, today has a whole other atmosphere to it than other days. This day would be so much better put to use by experiencing the full last-day-here feel of the country.
So I made myself a treasure hunt. I jotted up a quick list of things to find, and then went out looking for them. A bottle containing a red fluid, a wrapper with exactly two triangles on it, a person with one ear-ring. A rock shaped like a face, a 50% bargain, a person who knew three languages. A spelling mistake, a button and a pool table.
I found some things, I didn't find others. Didn't matter. It was the experience of it that was the point.
My friend was right. A last day is different. And with that, I bid farewell to Uganda.
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