Fang Fang Hotel Kampala

... by the slice! It's great. Plus the national language is English so every speaks it and the people are really friendly (sometimes too friendly like in the markets when they're just so happy to see a Mzungu that they grab your arm and tell you how smart you look). But otherwise it's pretty chill. I know I said I liked Stone Town, but really I think Kampala is better. It's a very international city; I've met Swedes, Libyans, Americans, Brits, Irish ...

... wished she could give me a push. I looked at her and wondered what she meant as it sounded like she could not wait to get rid of me. But when she told me that she had to stay in office and watch the phone and she highlighted that it was good that at least Francis is giving me that push, I understood her. Yet, while I have gladly adopted the dropping of the unnecessary prepositions, this one&#8230;doesn&#8217;t sound right to me!<br><br><br><br>&#8216;to friend with ...

... we went out to some bars, which was also fun and so very different from Lyantonde. Now, this one bar (I forgot the name) was a Bazungu place and indeed, most people were Westerners. It was really crowded and the music was too loud, which makes it impossible to talk unless you shout into each others ears. Even then you still don&#8217;t really understand and after the third time you just nod and smile and have another sip. But it was still fun and I enjoyed being with ...

... this time round, she may have changed her mind&#8230;<br><br>Last week, Kampala erupted in violent riots that resulted in the deaths of a number of people (depending on which newspaper one reads, the death toll is around 20 people, including children). On my previous entry I described shortly how I saw burning tires along the roads while I travelled to Masaka and how this guy told me to get going to Bugonzi as they are using live bullets now in Kampala and things could also ...

... spokesperson gave them money for transport (which I thought was kinda funny) to go and fetch the right ssenga. She came, knew us, and identified Mayega as the groom-to-be. But we still had to identify Maggie, as she still had not come. So, a number of girls came out. Now, Mayega&#8217;s sister(s) - there were many girls and despite Goretti&#8217;s attempts to tell me who is who I could not keep track as it seems like Mayega has a huge family and all of them girls ...

... us. The man he asked this time all of a sudden squeezed his face and shouted at Sam: &#8216;Why don&#8217;t you talk like a man?? Speak up, like a man or are you a lady?&#8217; I could have rolled on the floor of this tiny office for laught**. Sam, the sweet Sam, who was being polite and did not want to disturb the 3 oth** people who shared the office with this man in their work and th**efore spoke so silently, did not really think it was that funny. Oh dear Sam ...

... many questions that I have and will have about the role of aid and development in this and other countries, I am relived to be with a group that is so on-target with my own feelings about working and living in another community. There will be much more on that in a subsequent post, but I wanted to put that out there early in the proverbial game.<br><br>First School Visit: After the embassy we went to see one of the top-ten schools in Uganda--it was really fascinating ...

... was on a high from finally seeing gorillas and had a perma-grin and sore cheeks from smiling so much.<br>When we got back to our camp we went down to our secluded tent deck overlooking the forest. It was at this moment that my incredible day became even more perfect. Clint turned to me and told me how this trip has made us grow so much closer and has confirmed what he already knew; that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He then got down on ...

... and shouts at me that I have promised to buy him cigarettes or booze, both of which I definitely haven't. And so I decided it would be fun to buy him lots of the local spirit in honour of Steinbeck and the results were magnificent. He drank with us until midnight when we all retired to bed (myself disappointed at his impeccable behaviour). Then at three in the morning Kalan went wild singing and dancing and chanting ...