Kampala - Thurs, Feb 2, 2006 We were greeted at 6:30 AM by our driver, Dominic, a cheerful and knowledgeable Ugandan. His skin is a warm, dark chocolate and his forehead has a ridge-like rounded protrusion, not enough to be ugly, just distinctive (We subsequently learned that he was once a truck mechanic and that his skull was crushed when a helper dropped one end of a drive shaft on his head. He was in the hospital more than six months and physical therapy for another year.) Dominic greets each of us with a soft hello and handshake, then loads up our backpacks onto the truck. Our vehicle is a ten-year old Toyota diesel van with viewing canopy that folds open as needed. Traffic isn't too bad heading out of Kampala, but the roads are full
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