Last night Mao rallied in Gulu town, his seat as LC5 Chairman. The welcomes began 3km from the centre.
Crowds were lining the streets, waving raised fists and branches. Mao’s car was frequently mobbed by supporters and the ululations began to hurt my ears.
As with all good rallies the bodas were alongside, revving their engines and clowning around.
The convoy went through the centre of town and down to Boma Grounds, the site of the main rally.
The whole way we were entirely surrounded by chanting and whooping crowds.
Supporters had laid out a red carpet for Mao to walk along
But the crush was too heavy and he had to be hustled through, ringed by security
The crowd was large, numbering in the thousands. Here is a poorly-stitched panorama which is best viewed by being clicked on
The placards throughout the day had been quite Obama-themed, though re-spelled.
Local elders and various candidates spoke first
And then the star of the show was on.
He spoke broadly, telling his usual jokes and stories but also repeatedly telling the crowds than Museveni is no more a fixture in Ugandan politics than Mubarak was in Egypt.
The crowd went wild for him, and escorted the car from the grounds to a local radio station where Mao was due to do a talk show.
Hundreds of people blowing whistles, chanting “we want change!”, screaming shouting, beeping horns and even taking off their t-shirts outside Mega FM to form a carpet for Mao to walk on.
And I fell in a drainage ditch. What a day.