Kisoro - Last stop in Uganda

The taxi ride from the park to Kisoro was interesting and more comfortable than the boda boda I took to get there. The road, which is so rocky in sections most people wouldn't even want to drive a 4 wheel drive on it and here our driver was taking his Toyota Corona on it. More than a few times I could hear rocks scraping the bottom of his car. There was even a thick muddy bit that he made it through, really exceptional driving.
Once in Kisoro, the driver dropped us at Tom and Rich's hotel, the Virunga hotel. I didn' t like the prices for a non self contained single room, so I left my large pack here and wandered around town looking for a decent room. I was prepared to treat myself to a self contained room with perhaps a TV. I checked a lot of places and they were all not good value for the money. Kabale, from where I came before this, is only 2 hours away, yet has plenty of cheap lodging. Most places offered me a discount when I asked but even with a discount, they still weren't great value. I ended up settling at the Ian Point Motel for a bit more than the most expensive room I have taken so far which was at the Hot Ram hotel in Masaka where I recovered from malaria. I took this room mostly because it was self contained but more importantly, had a TV which the hotel guy said could put it on any channel I wanted in the evening.
I went to get money out of an ATM before I met Rich and Tom for dinner. While I was waiting, a scrap broke out in the cheap hotel next to the bank. A woman was being forcefully pulled into the hotel. I heard a lot of screaming and bodies being slapped. The woman tried to get out and was naked from the waist up, but they wouldn't let her go. She was pulled back in and slapped a few times before she disappeared from my site into the hotel lobby. A small crowd had gathered to watch the women fight. I had never seen anything like this but it fits in with the African mob justice and mentality I had read and heard about. A suspected criminal is often violently beaten by a mob before police arrive, that's how locals serve justice here. I had heard stories of minivan drivers who had hit someone in a small village but dared not to stop for fear of being beaten by an angry mob. They went back later when things cooled down to see the status of their accidental victim.
I met Tom and Rich for dinner. We waited an hour and a half for a less than stellar meal. They were leaving tomorrow for Kampala and I went back to my room. I watched movies till 1.30am.

The next day was a get-things-done-in-the-city day but this was harder than I expected. I was able to dry my tent and clothes and charge batteries but I really wanted to spend a few hours at an internet cafe but this was sunday and almost everything was closed. I spend most of the early part of the day watching movies. I went out but there wasn't much to do. I ate dinnner at my motel and waited for a football game to end so I could watch movies of my choice. I stayed up late again watching movies. I'm glad I treated myself to a room with a TV though the bathroom left a little to be desired. The shower water came out of a small hole beside the shower head. This loosened while I was showering which caused the water to come out the actual showerhead but a lot of water was lost out of the hole where the tube had been. I thought I'd try to plug it up but this was a bad idea. When I touched the showerhead I got an electric shock! Ouch! There were loose wires chaotically placed behind the showerhead. This wasn't the first time I had gotten a shock trying to adjust a shower nor was it the first time I've seen wires like this. These showers are dangerous and I must admit, I'm slightly afraid of them, I never know when I'm going to get a shock. It even happens just trying to turn off the shower with the metal handle, but since I was only staying one night in the motel, my shower adventures were finished for now.
When I entered Uganda I asked for a 60 day visa, which I was issued without hassle. After being in Uganda for a while I realized that 60 days wasn't going to be enough. I had met some Americans who said they overstayed 60 days and at the border it was no problem. It's when you stay more than 90 days that they will demand you buy another visa at the border. So this gave me 3 months in Uganda. I had done almost everything I wanted to do in Uganda and my 3 month limit was fast approaching. It was time to leave Uganda and enter Rwanda.