Speke Hotel Ltd Kampala

... time, people didn’t see you in a while. So, people will all the time tell me that I have been lost when I return from one of my trips. And in fact, they have a way of saying it that makes me feel somewhat guilty for not letting them know that I am travelling. (The same goes for their concern when they tell me that I am tired or hungry, when they actually mean to ask me if I am.)

‘the Adhollas’ - meaning: all the people who are with Adholla ...

... to H and G about the safety of being outside the tent, I tell them for their sakes it is safer for me to be outside. So with flashlights waving for fending off and scaring any beasts WE make a dash for the bush. Meanwhile hezzy calls the drivers to come back to us to stoke up the fire and get the guard. The boys come back minus the guard as he is passed out drunk. The fire is stoked, they leave and we are all sitting bolt upright in anticipation of what might ...

... words down, I likely would have.

“What is happening to my daughters? Ladies, stand strong. Don’t show the boys they can pass their eye through you. Today we have women engineers. Women can do anything the men can do and even better. A man in America said Yes we can, but here in Uganda, the women can. Girls YOU can.”

As I said already, I was nearly in tears, it was either my focus on documenting what I was hearing, or the whisper of the older ...

On the first day back in Kampala I gave up on my decision not to use boda-bodas around town. Between nine and eleven you just can't move in cars/minibuses so there isn't much of an option! I try to pick drivers who aren't wearing bike helmets now in the hope that they at least want to preserve their own lives a bit so will take it easier. I went to Uganda Museum today which is in a pretty nice suburb of Kampala ...

... Actually I think I said, | I don't want to be a diva but I will pay the extra money to stay at the Peng Peng." They were totally thinking the same thing. So then we take a boda which is a moped in this country. Totally the second scariest thing I did that day since there are no helmets, the driver is hanging onto my bag in front of him, and Kampala has the craziest traffic I've ever seen. We make it, convince the hotel to let us sleep in a double instead ...

... therefore I single handedly held up one of the busiest roads in Kampala) whilst a policeman, a parking lady (who collects money for parking) and a USA medical student try to tell you that you're STILL at least a foot away from the side of the pavement and then almost bumping into the car in front in an attempt to move closer to the curb ... getting a picture? It certainly inspired the police officer to get out of my car ... In fact perhaps ...