It appears our ‘Western expectations’ may have gotten the better of us again.

Today I awake faced with the prospect of actually having to shower in the bathroom block from hell. Literally I have never seen so many bugs and I don’t even know what half of them are, but you can’t get away with not showering in Africa! I would have taken a picture but that would only have prolonged the experience, which was not something that I was willing to do. At least when it was all over Sacha said she was proud of me, and she promised we’ll stay in a place of my choosing with all our leftover money at the end of the trip. Winning. Sheraton here we come!

Once we’re packed up we head back out into Entebbe with the hopes of finding breakfast. I mean there must be a café or something somewhere? Apparently not. Nevermind though because we eventually stumble across a little family run hut type thing, promising toast and chapatti, which we decide will do just fine.

Full up with carbs we head out once more. Our plan for the day is to go relax / explore in Entebbe’s botanical gardens, which will definitely require a picnic lunch. This is something we have high hopes for as one of Entebbe’s supermarkets comes highly recommended in our guidebooks for it’s lovely bakery.

Once again we really should learn to mediate our expectations, the ‘highly recommended supermarket with fabulous bakery’ is no more than your standard Ugandan corner shop, and the bakery is merely a shelf of break and one dry cake. Lonely planet were really scraping the barrel here. In the end we just buy some water to see us through the morning.

Next its time to figure out where we are, and the best route to the botanical gardens. It is so hot, so we really can’t be bothered to walk too far. But, unfortunately for us, it seems at though the botanical gardens are on the complete other side of town. It is at this point we decide to get our first boda boda ride. I mean, how bad can they be? Whilst we’ve heard bad stories, we’ve never actually seen an accident so far. Luckily boda drivers are not in short supply anywhere in Uganda, and so we cross the road to negotiate a deal. 3000USh later (less than £1) and we are on our way, Sacha and I clinging to each other for dear life as we weave our way through the traffic. That being said, it was a pretty comfortable ride, and a journey that would have taken us around half an hour on food ends up taking less than ten minutes, leaving us all the more time to check out the gardens.

“How DARE they call this a botanical garden!” Uhoh, Sacha is less than impressed at Uganda’s attempts at botanical gardens, and to be fair she has a point. This ‘garden’ is more like a park than anything else. To say it is unkempt would be an understatement, and there is no information about anything whatsoever. We’re definitely not going to improve our botanical knowledge here! But I’m pretty unbothered by this, trees and birds have never exactly sparked my interest anyway (sorry Granddad), and I’ve spotted a nice little bar area by Lake Victoria where I’m sure I can easily waste a few hours tanning. It’s not exactly Sacha’s idea of a good time, but we've brought books and Ipods to keep us entertained, and the view is beautiful, so she agrees to a bit of chill time on our couple’s mini-break. Ahh aren’t we domesticated?

It was probably a little optimistic to say that I could cope with a few hours tanning practically sat on the equator. After only one hour I have to retreat to the shade, skin thoroughly roasted through and somewhat burnt. I really should have thought to use the sun cream we responsibly brought with us. Whoops.

Later, in the Matatu back to Kampala, Sacha and I are assessing the extent of our burns. They’re bad, but apparently not as bad as the ones she obtained in Cuba when, to use her own words, her “ass turned blood red”. “I have a photo! I’ll show you when we get home!” “Can’t wait!” I reply, in a huge fit of giggles as we get disapproving looks from literally every other Matatu passenger. I think the amount of marriage jokes that we crack, combined with heavy levels of sarcasm, are starting to provoke some suspicion. I think we should probably tone it down when we’re in public, as Toby and Kate warned me before I left, I would not survive a Ugandan prison….