On Thursday morning, we caught a bus to Kampala at 7am. We are accompanied with Liz who is a university student from Kampala staying with the Sisters in Fort Portal for the week. She is also heading to Kampala that day so we jump at the opportunity to take the bus with her. Greg (one of the other ND students) and Becky (a Peace Corp volunteer) are also on the bus to Kampala. We arrive in Kampala around 1230 and our planning on staying at a convent in Kampala right next to the US Embassy. Kampala is a very large and happening city. People, cars, and bota botas are everywhere.( bota botas are a mixture between motorcylcles and mopeds) They are especially nice when there is a lot of traffic because they weave in and out of cars. Once we arrive at the convent, we plan to go into town and explore. We go to several craft shops around Kampala before heading back to make our own dinner—Kraft mac and cheese. After dinner, we get ready to head back into town with Becky and Greg. We complete our goal—riding bota botas. The first time, I was scared out of my mind. All I could think about was the pipe that every said not to put your foot on because you would burn yourself, and the chances of me just falling off. We always rode with one other person to be safe. After each bota ride, I felt more and more at ease. We went to Steak Out for a bit that night for some dancing. Futbol (soccer) is on at every single place, at every time of the day. People do not start to dance until the futbol games are over. I have become more and more intrigued with watching professional futbol from all the attention it receives in Uganda. Friday morning was declared a day to sleep in, but my bodies alarm clock woke me up bright and early. Eventually, we had some breakfast which was what was left of our two loaves of bread, crackers, and peanut butter. We headed into the city to go check out the city center where the Parliament, city hall, and other buildings were located. We took 3 bota botas, but somehow ended up with only four of us in the same place. So we walked, and walked and walked to try and find the other two until finally our phone rang—Becky called and the other two were at her hotel! Phew. The best part about this adventure was the bota botas didn't even drop us off in the city center. We had to walk for a while to find the Parliament and all. Once we were all back together, we headed to 1000 Cups, a coffee shop in Kampala. Ironically, this is the coffee shop that Squirky had gone to, underlined, and starred in the traveler book. Across from 1000 Cups was another craft market that I was again, spent more money than intended. It is amazing how similar each store is but each owners ability to decide and set prices. Bargaining was key to coming out with decent prices at the craft markets. That night we were headed to Krua Thai, one of the restaurants located by Squirky's old stomping grounds. However, after riding around on the botas and the confusion of the drivers, we realized that Krua Thai was changed La Petit. A driver drove us to La Petit, which happened to be a restaurant called The Barn. We took one look at the menu and it was unanimously decided to eat at The Barn Steakhouse. It was a little more expensive than we thought, but a great treat to the trip. After, we headed over to Bubbles O'Leary, an Irish pub around the street for some music.