The white noise coming out of the radio almost drowns the announcer’s voice, but it is still possible to hear names and counts as they are called in from constituencies around the country. The opposition candidate, Kizza Besigye, is in the lead (2200 hrs local time), and by a reasonable margin. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Ugandan elections are….well… let’s just say that they have a history of not being entirely free and fair. The waiter at the hotel where we dined ce soir said we should pray for peace. I said we should pray for a hot buffet, seeing as how I had just had to endure a meal where the cutlery was warmer than the food. Ravel and his ‘friend’ didn’t seem to mind. He seems to have somehow recovered from the stomach ailment that was sending him into a delirious state, and spent most of the evening gazing at the girl. Oddly, she kept her eyes firmly on her food, and I wondered whether or not they had endured a tiff of some kind during her visit earlier in the day. They are now sitting in the garden, not saying much. I fear this may have been a fleeting romance, beset with problems from the start, not least of which was the language barrier. He hails from Bulgaria, she from Spain. Neither of them speak much English.
Vote counting, Ugandan style.
At least we are now all fully refreshed after stealing into the swimming pool showers at the local upmarket hotel after hours. An announcement on the radio is asking for people to be sparing with the water, as if there were any water to spare. Presumably the hotel has its own water tank, else they must be stealing it from everyone else. Mine host treated us all to the meal, so mustn’t grumble, but next time I think I’ll choose the location.
Off to Kenya tomorrow for a weekend of hard earned rest and relaxation in a beach-side house overlooking the Indian Ocean near Mombasa. Well, that’s the plan. If the opposition do indeed win then I might need all my negotiating skills (not to mention a few bags of large denomination notes) to get us both a seat on any plane exiting the country. We might need to draw straws as to who stays behind. If Ravel can patch things up with his friend, he might not mind too much. Anyways, watch this space….