We headed to Lords Meade for the inter house singing and drama competition which true to the Ugandan way of life started 2hours late and went on for 7 hours. The competing houses were Zebra, Rhino, Hippo and Lion with the drama sketches focusing heavily upon the importance of education, taking the piss out of the staff and casual cross dressing but the folk songs from different tribes across Uganda was next level!! songs of hunting, adultery and tribal warfare; loads of bright colour, energy, war paint, loud drums, whistles and spears...you'd have to see it to believe it. Hippo was announced the winner and the kids literally went nuts bouncing off the walls to snoop dogg blairing off the P.A. system and pretty much suffocated Holden after his speech.

Laurence however was sent on a seperate mission at the end of the performance to investigate the new toy....a motorbike! Basically in Uganda if you require transport you will get on a 'BodaBoda' and he will take up to 3 people including live animals, mattresses or whatever the hell locals manage to fit on a bike across town for a small fee. It's a 125cc Bajaj-Henry TVS star 2008

for an absolute bargain of just 900,000 shillings (£260) for a piece of banter to and from the orphanage, school and town and the daily cross over the Nile dam which cools you down in the hot sun, but whoevers driving does come off slighly more orange from the dust. We are both expert pott-hole dodgers now. I do however have a few little niggles, sure the indicators don't work, it doesn't need a key to start it, speedometer broken,no front break, dodgey wheel allignment and the main headlamp runs on revolutions so the faster the bike the brighter the light...its absolutely perfect. We then decided to call it Annabel, (that's right Miss Wong, I know you are reading this) she's reliable, always a good ride and her idiosyncresis are the main reasons why we love her so much! It was then we drove Annabel home on her first journey with the boys, and got ready for the famous Saturday night out in Jinja town.

Dinner at a restaurant called "Flavours" with no other than "Mark Malinga the beer drinker". Ugandan fillet steak and Nile Special Beer was quaffed, as we moved onto "Spot 6 bar" to watch Ghana beat USA to qualify for the quarter finals. We were joined by several teachers from LMVC, and went to "Somberaros" possibly the most legendary night club in the world. Calling the prostitues "smelly whores" and drinking the Ugandan Gin "Waragji", the night got rather out of control. Ending up in the Ugandan version of "Mama's Kebab"Cardiff, we got a lift home while Holden was in the boot of the car, the rest is history.

An early morning rise was clearly not happening, but we eventually crawled out of our fly nets to meet the boy the Holden family are sponsoring to go to University (Fred Sebatta), and took him to Bujagali falls, a massive rapid on the nile for lunch and a family day out. We didn't take the opportunity however to see the Ugandan kids go down this rapid on a jerry can for 30p, scarely, this is their bloody job!

After dropping Fred back to school we popped over to the babies home, as we washed, dryed, baby oiled, and dressed all the babies it was time to head home; it's fair to say we are very hands on with kids these days! A trip to a bar was in order to watch Germany Vs England, put it this way, Holden now owes Ben 10,000 ugsh, enough said! A couple of beers in town and a game of pool vs the locals enabled us head back to the guest house for some more gin and some local herbs and we hit the hay.

The day started with us heading to the internet cafe to try and post this bloody post, but couldn't as the broadband isn't quite up to scratch when you're in the third world. Another hardcore session in la gym, and lunch at Backpackers has left us about where I am now, sitting on a sofa chilling the hell out. On a more important note, Holden has now learnt to ride a motorbike and he bloody loves it, he's definately got the bug....beware drivers in Cardiff next year, if you she a fat kid with an afro cruising the streets of Cathays,

it will unmistakeably be AKA Choden.

Over and Out, stay Glorious.... banter and the chode. xxx