Ignorant idiots!!!!

During Christmas last year, I convinced my best friend to come home to the village- to the land of the wise- yeah you guessed it- the great Kaberamaido!!!!!-what did you think!Anyways so we decided to try out his car (some cute sporty short chasis Pajero). We had it serviced on the 23rd (Dec.) and had it all already for our journey on the 24th. Just as we were starting off on the 24th, the temperature gauge suddenly sprung up. We went to Gapco (opp. Zinelo's) and checked the water-yeah it was there and full too. We wanted to check the oil and when the silly pump attendant reached out to pull out the oil dipstick he broke it!!!!! Can you believe it???? Here we are with 6 hours of traveling to do and the first idiot has woken up early to come and break our dipstick!!!(or whatever it is called)Anyway-so nothing can be done about it-we just fill up on the oil and get on the road, determined not to spoil our journey with sourness..... We get to Jinja-temperature gauge up again...drive into Shell and they change the water, drain the oil and claim to fix the problem.....we get to Tirinyi and have to stop every 40kms to cool the car down! We get to Mbale, drive into another shell (avoiding Gapcos like the plague), check the car and there is nothing wrong (according to our Bagisu brothers! We continue on but have to stop every 40kms to cool the car down....praying that we can make it to Soroti coz that was only 1 1/2 hrs drive away from home in K'maido. We get passed Kumi and to Mukura-the car just gave up and coastered to a halt- the engine was so-o hot, we created the image of a mirage you could see when you were right at the car!!! We let the car cool and then try to start it-nothing!!!! Some small time electrician who could speak some English comes to help us-apparently the only mechanic in the whole town had been deceased for more than 2 years having ironically been killed when a car run over him. We soon become the ideal entertainment for hordes of useless kids staring into the car and poking it with archeaologists' ambitions......it even got to a point that they started throwing stones at the car to see if it would dodge them (ok-that was my analysis. I could not understand for the life of me why someone would just start target practice on such a huge object......ofcourse I could be wrong) Eventually, daddy (my second hero), sends his mechanic from Soroti who has agreed to drive about 30kms to find us and help us out. We wait. Meanwhile the kids have gone home and the adolescents are arriving on their way to look for party.....one of them asks me out with all the vulgar language he can master and I tell him without batting an eyelid that I am not suprised he is without a woman, he is simply unlikeable.....he goes off sulking with his friends laughing at him-he comes back to throw a scarthing remark only to realize that I had actually travelled in the company of a well-built guy-haaha........idiot! So- the mechanic comes after about 2 hours (oba what car was he driving) and after another two decides that we have to be towed to soroti to his garage. He calls one of his "boys"in Soroti and tells him to come and tow us. The "boy" (who looks well over 30 years) comes about 1hr and a half later and tows us at 80kph onto Soroti. We arrive looking like drenched ducks-when you are pulled at 80kph across a bridge with the lake all around you after having barely managed to manoever round a sharp bend, there is just no life left in you! We abandon the car at the garage and check into a hotel glad we made it in one piece to Soroti!!! The next day, my mum drove in from K'maido to pick us up (yeah my family is like that) and we had a restful two weeks in the village owing to the fact that ontop of all our troubles, those Kenyan idiots made sure we could not get fuel where we were..........ssssssshhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffffffffffffffff