Halfway on the Kampala-Masaka highway I asked my matatu driver to let me off as we had reached the equatorial line dividing the Southern and the Northern Hemisphere. There was not much to see there other than two circular monuments with a line going through them, but there was a local these showing me how the water swirls in opposite directions depending on which side of the line you were-just like on my visit to the equatorial museum in Ecuador.
Reaching Masaka I was met by my couchsurfing host Med (short for Mohammed) who was working for a company distributing micro loans with short terms and high interest (20%), he explained me how it all worked (which was really interesting and different from how it works at home!) and introduced me to one of the customers who had started a wood carving workshop and to the other Sserembas; the family that would host me the next few nights.
Meddie was from a family of nine, but in the recent years they had taken in another ten young orphans, so when I was there the house was full of people, and chicken which his brother raised in the backyard. Like most other hosts in Uganda Meddie insisted on sleeping on the ground while I used his bed. His mother had also prelared traditional Ugandan meals for us like smoked matooke(banana) and cassava with groundnut sauce and tiny whole silverfish. We would spend the evenings in dark talking about everything between heaven and earth and then walk around and talk even more in the day and when I left I felt that I had gotten a true Ugandan friend who I would very much like to visit again in the future.
