No corruption in Uganda

Somehow find myself one of five, squashed in to a little Toyota Corolla - four of us in the back, heading to Lake Victoria, after the seemingly endless torrential downpour peters out under a still threateningly ominous grey sky on a slap dash organised fishing trip. We - an Irishman, two Dutchies, Damo and myself, had agreed the night before to jaunt on Lake Victoria, we drank more beer and the night dragged on. The rain sucked our enthusiasm, the Irishman appeared saw our faces as grey as the clouds and returned to bed. The Dutchies showed up at 9, dressed to the nines in their best beach going gear, a taxi was called, and an hour later we found ourselves wandering in to the rather makeshift and filthy looking harbour looking shabbier than us, in a small town on the shores of Lake Victoria, with shopping a basket full of beer. The only thing that looked greyer, wetter and dirtier than the town was the lake. The storm had whipped up the lake in to a choppy mess, waves running across each other, and the menacing clouds looked a downpour could start any minute.

We found our fisherman, and after some further bargaining we finally managed to get on the boat and set out. Our fishing trip turned out to be a watch two local guys fish whilst drinking and trying to not look at the horizon to avoid getting sea sick (on a lake) The chop turned out to be bearable as we motored along at about the speed of a pensioner on a walking frame going up a hill. The sun came out, we had let out all our hooks, so we found a little beach and dried ourselves out. On the way back we managed to lose our hooks and floats and motored around for nearly an hour. When we reeled in the line we had two very, small fish - no gigantic Nile perch for us. We headed back to land, and were very glad to scramble off the boat on to terra ferma.

On the way out of the port our taxi was stopped at the gate by the security guards who held out his hand and was asking for a little something for his trouble. Damo, in a stroke of genius, wound down his window and said, "No, no, no problem, no corruption in Uganda", and with that our taxi driver gunned it and left the gate in our dust.