Wednesday day 4

Wretched Vodafone still no UK phone and therefore still no connection. Still no internet. When you eventually read this it may be out of date but I hope at least still relevant. Tomorrow we plan to visit the Kampala Sheraton to buy Paul a drink and use their wifi - one place I am confident we will get a connection.
Today we awoke to the children cleaning the house from 5:30 (all floors and outside areas) before they set off for school at 6:30. Whilst Peter's snoring seemed to have subsided (I rather suspect that he actually didn't sleep too much himself last night) we were kept from sleeping by a new experience. We stayed with the Bula Children's Home and found ourselves serenaded by the home's 3 guard dogs all night. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other in an attempt to be tuneful and at times, I am convinced, they were trying to harmonise. It seemed at stages as if all the neighbourhood dogs had been enlisted also in an attempt to sing us to sleep.
Anyhow back to today. We began the day with black tea for breakfast and after an industrious meeting with the directors of the home set off to the goat village. This we did with some trepidation. The project has not been going too well and we had heard some worrying reports. After a 1 and 1/2 hour journey we arrived to find the place deserted except for two women who were tending to the goats. This seemed too perfect and we quickly discovered several areas where the goats were not being kept properly. Soon enough Mark - the goat herder -turned up in a drunken state. Oh the joy. I called a village meeting to discuss the project where I voiced my concerns and emphasised our commitment to the village this was met with relief from the village folk and a vitriol from Mark. Oh the joy. After lengthy African heated discussions it was decided that we had to move the project on in some way and therefore unfortunately that we had to let Mark go. Oh the joy. This feels very much like taking 2 tumbles backwards to take one tiny step forward. Isn't it true in life that any thing worth having is worth fighting for? Things that come cheaply aren't usually worth having and things that seem too good to be true usually are. This is frustrating but if we can make it work it will be a huge bonus and extremely worthwhile project in many aspects. I am committed to seeing this goat project through and am determined to make a success of it. On a positive note, the 'Facebook' Billy has fathered 2 kids and has 1 on the way. He also seems to have trained his adversary (or shown him what to do) and we now have 2 vibrant billies fighting over the lady goats. Look out girls. On our journey's return to Kampala we ate roasted bananas (gonja) and tiny sweet bananas (menvu) and drank bottled water for some lunch. We returned to Paul and Juliet's house where we will stay until we return to the UK on Saturday. We bathed with a 'cup of water bath' before a traditional meal of matooke, Irish potato, sweet potato, chicken broth and salad. Then to bed.