I am on one of the most comfortable buses of my life—soft red seats with big head cushions. Let’s just hope nobody decides to watch a movie on the flat panel screen a few feet in front of my head.
Crossed the Nile this afternoon and on to the Uganda / Kenya border (Kenya side in photo above). Another typical border town—cargo trucks lined up, people trading currency at absurd rates with fingers to divide five different denominations in a hand fan of bills, lawn chairs and bananas for sale. Last chance to get them before the border. Tempting.
While waiting at the immigration counter I noticed a free condom dispenser on the Kenyan side. I like that, but hope that nobody was planning on getting back on my bus and using them.
The immigration officer saw my previous transit visa and asked why I didn’t just get a multiple-entry visa for Kenya for $25. Now I need to pay $10 a second time for a visa that will take up an entire page in my passport. He asked me to confirm three times that I was sure I would not return to Kenya anytime soon to make sure my decision for another transit visa was prudent. Touching really.