Saturday started out pretty good. I worked a little more on getting internet at home (maybe this week! Yippee!) and met up with some friends for lunch. I started my Christmas shopping and read a little. In the evening, I headed out to meet friends for dinner and everything went down hill.

I took the shortest route – through the industrial area – to get to the new Chinese Restaurant/Motel in Kololo. You can’t miss it – its draped with hundreds of lights. I waited for the cars to pass to make my turn on the connecting road and was thinking about whether I actually knew which street the restaurant was on. All of a sudden, my door yanked open and a man was reaching into my car. It looked like he was trying to climb IN. I screamed at him to get the f*** out and tried to push him away. I drove off, and then realized that he’d taken my purse with him. Damn. I’d thought about just putting some cash and my driving permit in the purse, but felt lazy and took the whole wallet. So in addition to losing some cash, all of my credit cards, and having to close my bank accounts, I’d lost my favorite brown wallet. I’ve carried this wallet since I was 18. I bought in Gilroy, CA at the same place I bought my cherry penny loafers for my Overtones uniform. I loved that wallet. And it had a really cute picture of me, my parents, and big sis in it, too. Mom had her afro, and Papa still had a mustache.

Jonas took me down to the police station to file a report. No computers – just a big paper register. Here’s my ‘receipt’ and complaint number. The people who stamp the reports weren’t in, so I’ll have to go back for a copy of that. A fabulous souvenir of my time in Uganda.

After the police station, we met the rest of the group at the Korean restaurant and then I went home to cancel every single account I have. L But the Korean food was pretty good.