Kampala.

After two flights, and 3 takeoffs, then an immigration procedure that took longer for pre validated e-visa than "rock up" and apply on entry, I  was collected from the airport by Ayaz. As I went to get into the car he said "wrong side". I was tired and confused, but I was sure I was getting in the right hand side. And I was.

They drive on the left here. My failure to research Uganda at all had hit it's first surprise. Then, once ensconced in the hotel, when I got my international plug adapter out and realised it wasn't needed I remembered Uganda used to be a British colony.

All the road signs are in English, and it feels weird saying "thank you " for things when in such a foreign country.

I collected the bike, which involved my first "boda" ride on the back of s 150cc taxi, brought her back to the hotel and looked her over.

Well, it's a BMW (650 ), it's done 30,000+ miles, and has been badly treated.

Both bar end weights have been ground off. Both levers have also been shortened by the same incidents. The forks and bars don't line up, and both throttle and clutch cables are not quite routed properly.

Overall not bad.

During my ride, apart from dodging the "bodas" I also did a bit of exploring and found some city back roads that were dirt and did some off-roading.

It was fine, and the brakes worked.

Down by lake Victoria