The disappointment continues

After lunch at our favorite buffet in Kampala, its the only one we know of, Sue and I headed to the shopping district to kill some more time. The traffic(people , cars, taxis and boda bodas) was crazy with everyone fighting for an inch to move. Sue got the attention of one driver as we crossed the road and he stopped to let us through. A male teenager got between us and I noticed his hand going into Sue's purse. A quick grab of both of his arms and holding him dead in his tracks caught him off guard and he turned to show a look of terror. Sue also turned with his squeal and I promptly reminded him it was wrong and he took off like a shot. Discussing later with Jackson I guess there is a substantial amount of violence inflicted on them when caught as the locals are very displeased with this activity. Jackson recounted many stories of how these usually end up so I was rather soft.

We started calling the shipper at 3 since we were supposed to have it done today and we knew the yard closed at 5. Needless to say, the excuses started - the network went down right after we paid and we were in the queue but probably wouldn't get it today. I was rather mad and a phone call would have been a nice touch instead of letting wander the city for a day. We decided enough was enough and the senior personal of customs were contacted. We have been assured that if we attended at the custom yard tomorrow at 10 the container will be released to us as soon as it is opened. Robert has arranged for the truck to meet us there at the same time.  It always sounds like a good plan but I will wait till tomorrow before I celebrate.

We stopped at the cabinetmakers on the way home he wasn't there but he did answer the phone, at first he said he thought we were picking them up. Sue reminded him we paid for delivery so he then said he forgot where to deliver  - Who knows its Uganda