Hotel Africana Kampala

... neck. He pulled pretty hard, enough for a bruise, but the strap didn't break and he just drove off. I just stood there dumb-founded as he drove away and it wasn't until I started walking that I realized I should have punched him or tried to pull him off the moto. But maybe he had a knife so it's probably for the better. It was kind of a waste of time; I only had about $1 in my purse at the time. Oh well. Big cities are always at least a little dangerous.<br>

... you walk, because you actually do move while walking and when you &#8216;shift&#8217;, you move, because you do shift your things to another location when you move. Simple!<br><br>&#8216;to kwanjula&#8217; - meaning: to get married in the traditional sense. Now, kwanjula (and the observant reader may remember) is the Luganda word for traditional wedding. Yet, since it is so common, the word is used in Ugandan English with ease, so hearing the sentence: &#8216;Oh, Vincent ...

... I may have gained a pound or two.) She is a sweet woman and welcomed me so warmly. We spent the entire day eating, eating and more eating. And by the time we left Adholla was busy packing more food which we were to carry home. That&#8217;s the African spirit!<br><br>Sunday&#8230;oh Sunday! We were just on our way to the bus park for me to travel to Bugonzi, when we were stopped by this police woman! Oh oh&#8230; Now, she shouted at Adholla with such a stern face ...

... female dresses of the Buganda kingdom) is that they are too big and too long and have all those excess fabric hanging on the side. Then they have this huge, long belt. And for someone like me who never, and I emphasize NEVER wears dresses or skirts, walking in a Gomesi is an art! And you have women who all the time try and correct it here and pull there and push on that side and pull some more here. So, now I had to walk over to the spokesperson and I was all focused ...

... I quickly seized the politeness of the man (not towards us, but that lady, as he held the door for h**) and asked him for Maryam, the actual own** of that office and the one we needed to see. His answ**, and I love that, was: &#8216;She is within!&#8217; Now, in Uganda, &#8216;within&#8217; means anything from being within the building, part of town, town or even country. Yes, I am exagg**ating, but only that much really. Why did no one even off** to give h** a ...

... I might rethink complaining about 28...<br><br>To close our first night &#8220;in country&#8221;, we went to an unreal Indian place and had some delicious vittles before retiring to the hostel for bed. Once back, I shimmied into my mosquito netting and gratefully slumbered away. Sleep was a little tumultuous and came in fits and starts, but I was grateful to be able to lie down and rest. This is where I will mention that not all mosquito nets are created equal. Some ...

... When I was thinking about how I was going to ask him to marry me I figured I would have to make him a ring out of grass and stems since that was all I could think of. Clint said he wished he would have waited to ask me so he could have seen that. He says he&#8217;s still waiting. After the most perfect day with the gorillas followed by the most perfect proposal from the most perfect man we then walked together through the Buhoma village talking to the ...

Alex and Rogers Jnr told me and Becky that they were going to take us to one of the Buganda palaces today which was just over the hill from where we were staying though. Something got a little lost in translation though and it turned out we were visiting one of the ancestral homes of the Buganda Kingdom where people come to speak to elders and wisemen about problems in their lives. It was a really private place and well ...