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Last Day in Kampala
... We found another bank in a better part of town. I enjoyed how the machine kept saying, Please wait awhile, thank you. Dropped his sister at university and then we went to the tombs, though on the way a man on the sidewalk told me specifically (hello, white lady) that Jesus was my only answer. I didn't even ask a question. the tombs are cool, though they're really more a series of straw huts, with ...
North of the Equator
... vehicles that have past their life span.
After spending one night at a Franciscan house in Rooshoka we continued our
journey north and east towards Kampala. We arrived in Kampala just in
time for rush hour last night. Kampala is a city of about 2 million
people without any form of widely available public transit. In its
place is a network of small bus taxis and motorcycles. The rapid
expansion of the city has meant a large increase in vehicle traffic
that ...
Lovely Sunday
... I received my shipment of household effects and wondered why I shipped some things! Regardless its WONDERFUL having my bed back with me, it brings me such joy to sleep on a comfortable mattress! I've yet to break in my hookah in my new patio... though I'm sure it will come soon! Currently there are two rooms that are still a disaster and that I've been ignoring... the formal living room (where I've stuffed all the extra furniture from the rooms I'm ...
Traffic and People and Rapids Oh My!!
... for the life of me I couldn't understand half of what he said. Very thick accent. Anyway, it had rained in the night so the road were covered in the red clay mud that seems to permeate Africa so it made for a rather messy drive. In addition, the ride was more of the hellish traffic/pedestrian dance I experienced the night before until Se let me off at the Nakasero Market, and as soon as I stepped out of the car, I was immediately inundated with people wanting me to buy ...
The end of the beginning
... to get dark at about 6.45pm and then, suddenly, in what seems like no time at all, becoming pitch black at about 7pm. In Namasuba, as in most places that aren’t Kampala or Entebbe, there are no street lights and so ‘dark’ really does mean dark, giving mobile phones a new essential purpose as torches, to ensure you navigate safely the uneven road. There is always some secondary light though from the small shops and stalls that stay open ...


