Uri Rides a Horse and a Boat (But Not at the Same Time)

After a morning breakfast with a view, Olive and I got on our riding helmets and went for a horse ride. We took a small boat across the river to an island where our horsies were waiting for us. The island had a population of just 400.

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My horse’s name was Hay Fever. He was 14 years old. Hay Fever had trouble listening. Our guide rode in front of us, and Hay Fever and I were supposed to stay behind him, but Hay Fever didn’t seem to like this idea. He kept trying to pass them. I guess he felt he should be the leader. Or maybe he just wanted to be with his buddy. Either way, I kept having to reign him in.

Other than that, it was a peaceful little ride.

After a traditional Ugandan lunch of pork on a stick, Olive and I went on a tour of the Source of the Nile.

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Olive getting her drink on with a traditional Ugandan drinking cup.
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Random donkey

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Then it was back to the ol’ lodging with another day in the bag.

We spent the next morning enjoying the pool before checking out–but not before I snuck in some time with my new pals.

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I managed to get Olive in the pool for a few minutes. Even though her feet could literally touch the ground, the girl was terrified of the water.

After a cramped bus ride back to Kampala, Olive and I parted ways, and I went straight to Pizza Hut for dinner. I’d been craving it ever since I saw that beautiful red logo a few days earlier. I love Ugandan food, but sometimes a guy just needs some pizza. And apparently East Africans just don’t do cheese. They find it disgusting. If only they knew what they were missing…

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Once I packed away that pizza, I went to my host’s place and spent some time playing with this cool little dude.

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