Day 10: Rugby

Bleary-eyed, I de-bused and cabbed over to the hostel.  "There are two places for the white ones," my cabbie informed me, "Red Chili and Backpackers."  Well hot damn if he wasn't right, I was going to Red Chili to meet Shannon and Deepak (they may not be white in the US, but in Africa they're 100% mzungu, same as me.)  We met up, found real coffee, rode boda bodas- motorcycle taxis- and found ourselves at a mostly local professional rugby match.  Saw a guy have his shoulder relocated, telling his mom, as he was helped out by two teammates, to meet him at the bar.