A Day in the Life of Bus…

There are reasons I’d rather drink bleach than ride a bus to Kampala and yesterday I remembered all of them. We started at 8:45 in theory.    Actually, mentally I started two days before, asking  staff, “Now, how are are we getting to Kampala?”  Praying against hope that we would go in a vehicle other … Read more

Screams in the Night

The Mosquito Zapping proved to be a diversion from the usual night activity, but I soon learned that one has to hold down a little button after turning the thing on.  Instruction reading not being my forte I was not informed of this by Jaron, the current title holder in Mosquito Zapping, until I was … Read more

Small Pleasures

Yesterday dawned cool and breezy – lovely clouds in the sky – some looking like rain.  I got excited – thinking optimistically that they would accidentally spill a few drops.  They were just teasers…  no rain –  but one can dream.    As I walked into town, with hat and sunglasses – always sunglasses, I … Read more

The Doldrums and the Noise Within

When our group of  twelve was posted to Northern Uganda, five of us in Gulu Town, we were told its NGO central.  I don’t have a list of all of the non-profits here, but suffice it to say, if you threw a rock, (if you could get it out of your hand before being run … Read more

Kot Mwaka Maber! or Happy New Year

The closest translation to that is Happy New Year and as it turns out New Year’s Eve is THE big celebration of the year.  And frankly celebrating the birth of 2012, which is supposed to be a momentous year in evolutionary and spiritual terms, in Uganda is a bit surreal.  I keep thinking I should … Read more

Magical Coincidences

First of all – it is NOT raining…  just thought I’d clear that up.  But certainly it is getting ready to – nice overcast skies – perfect for sitting outside as I hobbled (less obviously, but still enough to attract comment due crutches and new blue) to the Kabira Country Club again to enjoy another … Read more

Looking Back and Moving Forward

It’s 5-something o’clock in the morning in my room at the Bukoto Guest House tucked down a nearly impassable road in Kampala and the music is still blaring from a club on the main road. Nightclub noise is ubiquitous  – the only place I have not felt the throbbing of bass or the pounding, repetitive … Read more