BEST PHOTO OF THE DAY. This is a vervet monkey with a red and blue wee spot. If only people were like this…no need to look for the G-Spot!

Couple things I forgot to mention about the flight over:
1. Sat next to the creepiest blond Olive Oyl type on the plane with a Jughead hat perched on the top of her head and a silver lip ring. She kept coughing, drinking white wine, and muttering to herself.
2. The old lady across from me on the aisle went into some sort of diabetic shock and had to be carried up the aisle to first class where she was stretched out in one of the recliners and attended to by a physician who was on board. Her daughter went with her. When one of the flight attendants asked the doctor if it would be necessary to land the plane, Olive Oyl next to me started shouting, “She’s fucking OK, just put some sugar on her lips!” The doctor told Ms. Oyl to pipe down and then whisked the old lady up to first class. I saw her daughter when she came back to the peanut gallery to get their belongings from the overhead bin and she said her mother was resting comfortably and they were staying in first so the old lady could stretch out.
3. Note to self: fake a seizure on the way home so I too can get a free upgrade and premium liquor to keep the vapors at bay.
Now back to the present:
Had a delicious breakfast and then sat by the pool for a few hours watching a guy trim a palm tree. Jumped off the top board and then swam a few laps.
Got bored and then chatted with some South Africans next to me. The woman warned me not to go to town by myself because it is not safe for a woman alone. To that I replied, “Well, if that’s the case, I better go home now because I am on this trip alone.” Her husband laughed and said don’t pay my wife any mind. Chuckling, I went back to my room to change.
Entebbe is very small and consists of a few inner/outer loop roundabouts and numerous interconnecting streets some are paved and the others in the neighborhood areas are red clay roads. This is the dry season so traveling by motorbike is quite easy especially on the clay roads. I met a guy named Eric who keeps his boda-boda (motorbike taxi) within the property of the Lake Victoria Hotel, where I am staying. He thought it was strange when I asked him to drive me around the town and into the residential areas, but for $10.00 he obliged and off we went. On the way we rode by President Yoweri Museveni‘s house. I wanted to take a picture, but was told that it is not allowed. Eric said he does not like Museveni . He started off a good guy, but now he is a crook like the rest. Museveni was instrumental in overthrowing Idi Amin Dada and Milton Obote (former leaders of Uganda) and Mobutu Sese Seko (ruler of former Zaire, now Democratic Republic of the Congo). Museveni’s military background and power is what has kept him in office since 1986 along with election tampering. Now he is pushing for his son to succeed him. Eric told me that the inflation is outrageous and that is why the people have such a hard time. The only good thing Museveni has done is stop the soldiers from randomly killing people without consequence. Now most people just get drunk and forget about it.
The town area was about three-four blocks long and had a few bodega-type stores with the usual random things like household supplies, food, beverages, inexpensive shoes and clothes, etc. There were the usual amenities in every town dry cleaner, gas station, restaurants, and coffee shops. At the very end of the road were a few discos where Eric said the locals go to get drunk. He pointed out the chicken stalls across the street where people were busy grilling chickens and chicken kabobs in preparation for their late night customers. I asked him if the chicken was good and he laughed and said yes, but then added “even better when you are drunk.” I bought a kabob and it was pretty good. The woman selling it told me to use the various bottles of hot sauce, which did add more flavor and a bit of a kick as well.
We rode to Victoria Lake and walked around a bit to watch the people swimming and enjoying the sun. I skipped going to the outdoor market that sold clothes and crafts and opted to go to the Botanical Garden, which is a popular site for tourists and locals. Eric said he would be back in an hour to pick me up so he left me at the gate. I walked around with one of the local guides who explained all the plants and roots and how some are used for medicinal purposes.
My guide Patrick walked me through all sorts of paths and through trees. I was glad to follow him because I have absolutely no sense of direction. We stopped by shack on Lake Victoria and had a soda. He told me that he is studying at the local University and is in his 3rd year (one more to go).

Patrick’is major is eco-conservation and he wants to be a ranger in Bwindi Impenetrable Forest (where I am going for gorilla trekking). To be a ranger there means being the best and most experienced in conservation. He is willing to start in any position – even a zoo – just as long as he ends up there. I wished him well.
I ate dinner at the hotel restaurant. I ordered Chicken Masala. It was pretty bland. Guess when Idi Amin kicked the Indians out of the country no one thought to ask for some recipes. After dinner, had a few drinks with the KLM flight crew staying at the hotel. One of the guys remembered me from the plane because he kept bumping into my seat when the old lady went into shock. We laughed about Olive Oyl and he said she was crazy. Apparently, she tried to pick him up when she went to the bathroom. Quite buzzed and true to form, he asked me if the hair down there was as full and curly as the hair on my head. This is about the 3rd time a Dutch guy has asked me that. What is up with the pubic hair obsession?????? On that note…say goodnight Gracey.
Tomorrow morning at 7:30AM, I am off to Ngambe Island where I will finally get to walk through the forest carrying an infant chimpanzee or two or three. Peace out.