We sit in a bus from Kampala bound for Masindi in North Uganda, but this bus is not moving. Oh no, quite the opposite - the bus is actually stuck in deep mud on some dirt road in the middle of nowhere, and it has been stuck for about an hour. A flash storm sends sheets of rain our way as Uganda does during its wet season. The aisles are filled with produce, boxes, and people, and the floor of the bus, now Lake Crisco, is covered in oil leaking from one of said boxes. A baby cries and people shout. The Israeli couple we are traveling with sits a row in front of me, moans, and whines. The Canadian couple we are traveling with sits a row behind me, puts their faces in their hands,
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