Today was Palm Sunday, so we went with Faith's family to church. It was an Anglican church packed full of people, waving their palm branches and signing hymns. Bizzarest thing ever hearing the sounds of a rural English village in the heart of Africa.
Our goal for the day was twofold; to see monkeys and go fishing in Lake Victoria. We achieved both of these and had ourselves a very nice day.
Now in order to guarantee a monkey encounter, my initial plan was to smother my face and arms in peanut butter. Mike agreed that this was our best option. Faith's brothers, however, did not think this was a very good idea, so we settled on buying a bag of peanuts instead. It was a much less messy option and it still still yielded results.
Our goal for the day was twofold; to see monkeys and go fishing in Lake Victoria. We achieved both of these and had ourselves a very nice day.
Now in order to guarantee a monkey encounter, my initial plan was to smother my face and arms in peanut butter. Mike agreed that this was our best option. Faith's brothers, however, did not think this was a very good idea, so we settled on buying a bag of peanuts instead. It was a much less messy option and it still still yielded results.
As we were walking around, I saw a massive spider at knee height. I went to take a photo when John came with some friendly advice. “You'd get a much better shot of the ones above your head”. My heart sank. Sure enough I looked up and the canopy was full of them. I quickly checked my body to make sure that there were none on me and then gave instructions. “If you see one one me, get it off and kill it! No wait, make sure you take a photo first.”
Apart from the odd tarantula on YOT, and some stunningly large and colourful spiders I saw in Japan, the spiders in Entebbe were the most terrifying and dangerous I’ve ever encountered. John said that without treatment a bite would kill you within a day. Arrggh!
Early evening we went down to Lake Victoria to get some fish. It's much more labour intensive than popping into a supermarket. Stomach turning memories of tombstoning in Cornwall came flooding back to me as casting off bought me precariously close to the edge.
We didn't catch anything, but the guy next to us let us borrow one of his fish to pose some photos. But honestly it was so small that I’m not sure it does us any favours.
Faith's mum had pre-empted out dismal failure and taken us to the market earlier that day to buy fish.
She said I could choose any one I liked, and I picked the Nile Perch. So when we got home that night she had everything ready so that we could cook it together.
Karyn joined us that night in Entebbe, because tomorrow morning we're off to Mombasa Kenya for the next part of our adventure.
It was a real blessing to get to know Faith's family. They are really sweet people and they spoilt us the whole weekend. So a very big thank you to them all!
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