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Happy. Happy. Happy.

I am here and it is lovely. Oh,  how I have missed this place so much. If one was to somehow have a second home, Uganda would be mine. Coming in from the airport, Kampala seemed both busier and more polluted. And yet, everything was still the same – the precariously perched tomatoes on the side of the road, an old man …

Cheese heaven

As much as I enjoy the food here there are things I miss. Cheese. Oh cheeeeese. I love you so. My cheese experience in Uganda was rather lacking. My cheese experience in China has been slightly better. There is a large selection here of cheese if you go to the fancy import stores, but you have to unfortunately pay an …

Monkeys are mean

Don’t say “awwww,” say “ewww…” I’d like to let you in on a secret. Monkeys are kinda lame.They stink. They throw stuff (like their own poo, I might add) and are generally hell raisers that spread disease. One lived in my backyard. I should know. And yes I know they look cute and every photo I have of a monkey …

My top 10 road trip songs

It’s been too long since I’ve demanded you listen to my crappy music. Here we go with the top 10 songs of my roadtrip. These were songs that managed to be played more than three times in my 50 + hour drive. Road trip music, for me, tends to be totally different than the stuff I normally listen to. And …

On leaving…

“You must have great pain,” said the kind man in the light yellow golf shirt as I told him I was leaving Uganda, and wasn’t sure if I would return. We walked towards the airplane, more than 500 metres away. Apparently I missed the bus that took the other passengers there. I didn’t care. I needed that walk. The kind …

On arrival

Uganda explodes around me. It smells of hot, freshly roasted nuts mixed with burning garbage. The noise is constantly loud – with honking and the roar of motorbikes at every turn. As I walk down the red dirt road, the people whisper “mzungu, mzungu” and giggle. The women at the dilapidated shack on the side of the road try to …

The Ugliest Woman in Uganda

Yes folks, that’s her. Just look up. In the past month, I’ve discovered something about how Africans perceive the way I look. Apparently, I am a hideous human being in their eyes. It’s all rather hilarious actually and started about a month ago when somebody at work slipped me an ad from the newspaper and told me it was something …

Robbed. In a very peculiar way.

Last night I ended up going out to a few parties with the folks I met the night before plus or minus a few – the film maker, the radio journalist, a few teachers and several others. I’m glad to say I made it less than a week before being robbed. I was lucky – I wasn’t carrying my passport. …