Oh my gosh, this has to be one of the most bizarre, yet hilarious nights out I have ever been on. Tonight was the night that Sacha and I finally decided to break out of our old-married couple routine and go check out ‘Club Vegas’ - Mbarara’s only hotspot. Having sufficiently prepared our bodies for the shock of a night later than 11pm by having a ‘Great British Bake Off’ marathon the night before (we are not yet up to date don’t any of you ruin it for us), we started to get ready around 9pm. You have no idea how nice it was to put my make up on and actually do my hair for the first time in over three weeks. We were so excited to look pretty that we’d been talking about it for days beforehand, “I actually feel like I look myself again!” I exclaim to Sacha with glee, “curly hair and all!” and I thought I’d never feel like myself without my straighters. Maybe I’m a changed woman… Probably not though.

In preparation for our night out we have also bought a bottle of wine earlier in the day. We’ve heard what Club Vegas sounds like every weekend, and we do not have high expectations therefore we’re determined that we can’t show up completely sober. We need to be at least a bit buzzed to get through this and so ‘pre-drinks’ start promptly at 10.

We really need to get some friends. Our pre-drinks were a sorry little affair as we sat with the lights dimmed, drinking some non-descript Spanish white wine, and our ‘party playlist’ to set the mood. Thank god we think we’re so hilarious or it could have been considered a low point in our lives.

With our ‘wine’ all finished, we decide we might as well head out and have a beer in Café Ark until 11ish when we will head into the club. Unfortunately when we get to the gate of our little compound we find that it is locked, that wasn’t necessarily a problem though, because as we soon discover, the ‘lock’ providing us with security here is actually a mangled coat hanger. Africa will never fail to bemuse us and we crack up once again, thereby waking up the guard on night watch (sorry!), who helps us out and assures us that we will be able to get in no matter what time we come home (though after the coat hanger discovery this was much less of a concern).

Well for once Uganda has managed to surpass our expectations on every single level (honestly, this never happens, we are always spectacularly underwhelmed). For starters Club Vegas is absolutely heaving, cars literally line the street, and there’s a pretty decent buzz around the place. Also, we only have to pay 10,000USh entry (£1.80), which we get back in 2 beers each. Winner.

After a few drinks on Café Ark’s balcony we feel brave enough to go and check out Club Vegas, which is right above. Well we wish we’d made it here sooner! There’s literally everyone here, all ages, all backgrounds, Muzungus and all. Though we note very quickly that we are the only white women. This doesn’t concern me for very long as Sacha quickly spots the Wales England game is being shown on one of the TV screens. Typically I spend the next ten minutes on tenterhooks watching as Wales steal the game from England. Haa. I wish I’d been with you guys Sam and Dad! I was thinking of you both! Though I hear you guys celebrated adequately all those miles away.

After that win I am definitely in the mood to drink and party, and so is everyone else it seems! Up until this point we definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed by the local men (I mean we practically glow in the dark, and I hadn’t exactly been quiet with my celebrations), and so we’d already been approached multiple times by men requesting if they can buy us drinks - "It'll make me so happy!". They are also very desperate to get the two white girls to dance with them and their friends, and we seem to have incidentally positioned ourselves next to Uganda’s elite as they drink gin by the bottle whilst everyone else sips on their beers. To be fair their efforts aren’t that dissimilar to those of guys in England as they grab us both by the waist and dance up real close, “this is how we dance in Africa!” they protest. Yeah right love. However, despite all this, they are actually really good fun. In fact Moses (“like in the bible”) gives me the best compliment I’ve received in Uganda thus far by telling me “you dance well for a white girl!” Love that!

However, all the attention is a little overwhelming as we get pulled in every direction, and after a couple of hours, and more than a couple of free drinks (thanks guys!), we decide we’ve had our fill of celebrity for the night. Thankfully walking around at night here really doesn’t seem to be that much of a problem after all, and we make it home without seeing another soul, apart from our sleepy security guard of course.