I found myself in the early hours of the morning running to the bathroom to be violently sick for a while. It wasn't great. As a result of being so hungover and ill, I decided I wouldn't go to visit the Kraft market until later the afternoon.
Around 1 ish myself and a group of others went into the vans to head to the kraft market which is only a half hour journey away. Along the way we had to stop off at a petrol station to refuel and to use the cash point. While queuing with everyone for the cash point I had to quickly leave the queue and throw up again all over the floor by the gas pump. A lovely fluorescent greeny yellow puke. I got some strange looks from the Kampala locals who would be greeted by a puking Londoner when they turned the corner by the petrol station.
Eventually I felt good enough to get back in a van and go to the market. At the market I instantly went to the cafe and stayed there basically passed out on the seats for a couple of hours while everyone else went around the market. After I had ate a toasted sandwich at the cafe I felt good enough to walk around the market for an hour or so. I bought a North Ugandan tribal mask, a yellow Ugandan national football shirt, some kind of goat skinned harp and a Ugandan bottle opener.
After the market we went back to the hostel for dinner, chilling out and to wave off a group of the volunteers who were leaving.
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