Grand Imperial Kampala

... is the appropriate answer to ‘hello’.

But the worst thing about Uganlish is the what? The what! (Did you get that one?) This paragraph could be entitled: 'How 'the what' creeps into each what? each sentence!' Now, Ugandans like to put their statements into the form of a question, which they then answer immediately themselves, often accompanied by a choir of voices from the attentive listeners. In other words, people often insert ‘the what’ ...

... Oh ja, maybe ‘additional information by the airport personnel in case of the annulment of the above information’. And by the way, I have to pay a fine for being here without a visa. ‘It’s little money!’ the girl told me. Little money…what does that even mean? What may be little to her may not be little to me or vice versa. And little money for something which is so not my fault is a lot of money!

Now, I had to apply for ...

... to an evening at the cinema with the Hangover currently showing. It turns out though that the only road into Kamapla from where I am staying is at present being dug up for the next 2 years and the journey into Kla now takes even longer than before..especially on a Friday night! To top it off the Hangover was only on for 1 week (not sure it appeals to Ugandan humour) and I was left with the decision of ...

... 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’s sister(s) - there were many girls and despite Goretti’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 ...

... the next day’s itinerary and answer questions. They are young, and animated, and speak great English. I think we are going to have a great safari experience.

Dinner is excellent, and as it is being served our final two group members arrive. Within about half an hour, my luggage arrives too, so I can heave a huge sigh of relief. All the pieces are in place for a great tour. Looking forward to an exciting day of touring Kampala tomorrow!

... brick and mud building with open windows. We will be reaching out to the community in a variety of ways throughout the week.

Upon arrival in the village, we had the most incredible welcome I have ever had in my life. As we drove into the village, the children started screaming and running with the bus all the way to the church. When we arrived at the church, there ...

... up the tree. I asked Fred to save some fruit for Pasa until the other chimps left, which he did. When he tossed them out to her, he spoke and told her she was only getting them because I asked, and reminded her that this isn't the way it works, not for chimpanzees anyways. Watching her in that final bit of time, 20 minutes before our boat was to leave; I felt that emotion inside me return. I am certain that it didn't help that I basically just watched animal nature at its cruellest. Drops ...

... most inaudible manner and kept hopping and dancing away down the aisles. It was all pretty entertaining and the singing and dancing was good fun!

Sarah took me to a local clinic after the service and I've been diagnosed with tonsillitis. I've had a bad throat for almost a week but was hoping it would clear up before it got pretty difficult to swallow anything. I'm on some antibiotics now so hopefully it'll clear up soon!

... of pocket after buying provisions. It was pretty upsetting to hear because the Ugandan volunteers come from pretty harsh backgrounds and hearing their stories then seeing them getting mucked about is unpleasant. The project itself seems really good though - the director of the school (Sarah Nabatanzi) is like a modern day saint - she is only in her twenties and cares for orphaned children from all around the area providing them with food, shelter and ...

... passait pas là accepte de nous déposer au camping. Le chauffeur est décontenancé par la folie des muzungu et je me dis qu'on a évité de peu les manchettes des journaux locaux. Damien fait la mine mais nous sommes sains et saufs. Le lendemain, comatage à la piscine du lodge (il n'y a pas à dire, le luxe, on ne s'en lasse pas) et safari boat histoire d'observer les hippos mais de loin cette fois. Bilan de la troisième étape : je ne suis pas fun. Et en plus j'ai chopé un nouveau coup de ...