In TanzaniaChina. With Coffee.: Voyage of the Peace Corps: The Journey Home

Before leaving Uganda for good and all, we stopped at Kabale, recommended of guidebooks for the lovely Lake Bunyoni and the general nice nature of the town.

Viewing of Lake Bunyoni was not so nice as expected due to the many many swanky resorts which had erected high fences so that to get a good view of the lake would be difficult without paying money. Well played, resorts. Nonetheless, by dint of a little walking we found ourselves at a non-fenced primary school, billing itself as the "little angels" school. The titular small and angelic children were by and large annoying and snotty, but by some yelling at them not to touch, we managed to sit relatively undisturbed on a hill top watching the lake and the sheep. The children were given to repeating things we said, so we taught them to say "child slavery" with great enthusiasm. Normally, we would tell them to stay in school and always use condoms, but we were on vacation. We didn't feel obligated to build any capacity or teach any life skills.

We did stay at a neat little guesthouse, which had a very nappable loft area, and also a tiny cultural museum--a replica hut with replica stuff in it, including replica shrine. For those staying at the guesthouse, there was a free tour conducted by the bouncily enthusiastic staff member Bonny, who was completely and in all ways fabulous.

Thatch umbrella that leaves hands free!

Bonny in the shrine

And being at that point as we were largely out of Ugandan currency, we begged lifts out of various people and were able to make it back to the Tanzanian border on approximately US $8 between the four of us. So we could have gone to the bank, but foreign bank fees and also where's the fun in that?

We spend a night in Bukoba back where we could access our own banks and get our Peace Corps salary. Bukoba is a fun little town, which includes a bizarrely out of place and never-finished-due-to-lack-of-funds ostentatious cathedral. Also, a German cemetery built in 1912, right across from a hotel in which Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn stayed while filming African Queen. Part of the cemetery is now taken up by some mama's tree nursery, but there are worse things to do with a forgotten grave than use it to raise avocados.

And there was a nice beach with brown sand where we spent a ridiculous amount of time just sitting, before taking a passenger ferry full of bananas back to Mwanza.

Mwanza, we played on rocks more and went to the very odd museum of animal legs made into items of furniture. The museum also featured inexpertly taxidermied birds with molting feathers that had been stuck back on haphazardly. It was quite droll, really.