24th of January, 2018.
In Kasese, I try the first Hotel that I see for some wi-fi connection. They do not have wi-fi but have internet, so I just use their computer. I send a message to the guys of the Ecoproject, saying I would wait for them there. The Hotel it is Kasese Executive Inn. Why that? The phone number they gave to me it was off. I was trying for the last two days and nothing.
The two managers do not care for having me around for over three hours waiting, but I would still need a place to spend the night and to eat.
I am not concerned about Bright and Cruz. I know that unfortunately they just did not check the website that day or had checked in the morning and not again anymore. So I just have to wait until next day and everything will be all right.
After asking to stay at the Hotel the manager say it is not possible and, in somehow, they do not have any food over there that I could have.
So I ask about the nearest Police Station and they decide to call somebody from there to walk with me since it is already night. Middle time they go and buy me some eggs and Chapati, this thing which looks like the Tortilla they use in Spain to make Falafel and also it looks like those ones Annlin used to make back in Ireland. Of course I would learn later the the Indians claim to be the ones who created the Chapati, but in a different and more healthy way of making and the people from East Africa started to reproduce in their own and more simple way.
The policeman come in a boda boda. He is a small man and look kind of trustful but not like a cop at all. We walk inside and I explain everything to him. He offers me to stay with him. He has a house where he live with his kids and I could spend the night, eat and next morning we would find those people together. So he actually work as a ID policeman: he is an expert in finding people.
When the managers come back with four raw eggs and two Chapatis, we call for two boda boda and left.
His house it is not far but I am, again, afraid to take the motorbike with my backpack. While walking until the house, he talk with a few people on the streets which is a kind of good sign.
At the house, his five kids are eating with a gut who helps him. It is a three pieces house: a bedroom where the kids sleep, a tv room and the room where he offer me to stay. Since he has two mattresses, I tell him I could sleep on the tv room.
We go out to eat. I have some rice with beans and he has a fish stew with Posho, this dough made off corn meal, which is cooked until it becomes a hard dough, which you break with your hand and dip into the stew. Soon enough, that would turn to be my most consumed food, like to every Ugandan.
The owners of the place are nice and the old guy is wearing a nice t-shirt of Uganda. He loves football and is the president of some kind of football association from here. He promised me a t-shirt like his.
Jim, the ID policeman, tells me we are going out for some rides because he has some stuff to do. We buy some water and another guy, Robat, join us. For the whole time, Jim is trying to find the guys from the Ecoproject. When we are almost coming back home, he receives a call: it was them. They decide to meet at a gas station. At the beginning, Jim tells me that the safest way would be pass the night with him and in the morning go with the guys.
I recognized Cruz from a picture of Workaway. He looks nice. Bright come a few minutes later and also has a trustful air. They both say to feel sorry for what happened. And after Jim ask them a few questions, he decide they are trustful people because also he already had seen them around the town. So we walk back to Jim’s house to take my stuff and finally go to the Ecoproject. Still, Jim is making them a lot of questions and I feel a little weird about. Later, I said sorry to the guys.
We take two boda boda and after a few minutes, and the worst road ever until now, we get in there.