{UAH} Baboon and boats will never be friends - however motorized, hitech or cozy

Gwokto;

Haki walahi your candid mini recall of Sabena bus, Lake Kyoga, and "ferry" is a 'stand-alone' story in my view.

Please allow me the liberty herein, to Stand It Alone here! Culturally, I couldn't and cannot still comment on it under the previous mourning tent (subject)!

When you decide to write your Memoirs, please let it be part and parcel of the written stuff. And that Makerere piece as well !

I fully agree with Ocen and Frank, that; it's hilarious and I add 'well told in a Baboon'd Language and Mannerism'!

Haters; come in now and do a Moscova Whore Peeing!

Edmund

On Nov 25, 2018, at 2:39 PM, Gwokto La'Kitgum <kwotkaka@gmail.com> wrote:

Baboon and boats will never be friends - however motorized, hitech or cozy

Once in my secondary school heading for holidays I boarded a Sabena bus from Lira to Kampala. Bus let at 4pm and by around 10pm night it docked somewhere at a fish landing on the northern shores of Lake Kyoga called Namasale for a ferry ride across the lake to Nakasongola. Was the first time boarding a ferry and using that route.

When the announcement came that the ferry was ready to leave I strained my eyes through the zillion kerosene lamps to see it not knowing  I was already a step into it. I expected something that looked like a ship - though a smaller version

It was a flatbed that could take in only one vehicle - a bus in this case.

Bus went in first and passengers where asked to form a line during which they were divided left and right to board the ferry either side of the bus. Was told this was to keep the ferry balanced.

I nearly cut the cheese..

Tuk-tuk, tuk tuk the ferry caught crossing the lake. In the ferry no body told of any good stories about ferry rides on Kyoga. All were horror stories. I knew I was going to die the most painful way. Baboon didnt know how to swim

The ferry ride seemed to go forever with occasional flickers of lights from fishermen boats but the stories were haunting. Being a devout Catholic - then - I prayed all through the trip. Hippos chased after the ferry in terrifying ways yet complicating the situation was that I kept hearing stories about hippos snapping through fishing canoes into two.

After endless hours in the lake the lights of Nakasongal started to appear and broaden. Lights are freaking deceing in the nights. I gave up on docking any soon until the announcement came for all passengers to regroup at the ferry's stern (rear end)

There were two reasons for this - I was told. First, the ferry didnt have any breaking mechanism and second the when the ferry docked it banged on the dock a few several times before it got moored. With each bang flashed a huge wave of water that swept over the ferry. It meant all passengers would disembark wet.

Completely true. They all happened. It was already morning when we docked at Nakasongola and the next ride back in Sabena took under 4 hours to Kampala wher we arrive around 10am. I was traumatized for months. Telling my big brother the story didnt help either. He was darn mad at me using Sabena and daring a ferry ride.

To date, I even paddle the Ottawa River with my heart in the mouth and very rarely does it happen.