Category Archives: Kampala
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Police here are notorious for stopping cars for no apparent reason and doing random driving license checks. Both myself and Handsome have been in the unlucky position of being stopped, whether for a license check, a dirty windshield wiper, talking … Continue reading
Filed under Kampala
My Kampala Weekend
Kampala Sunday Family. Photo taken during my Mother’s Day walk. Oh what a lovely weekend. It all started with a rare highly successful Friday. It is an extraordinary feat when everything goes to plan here, something to be celebrated and … Continue reading
Filed under Being brave, Kampala
Eyes wide open
I could put up a lot of photos of Kampala and sometimes I do but I also enjoy the challenge of trying to capture what I see with words. On any drive there is a tableau of pictures spread for … Continue reading
Thinking about Water
I have been thinking about water. It is a basic necessity, something most of us take for granted and never think twice about. When we leave Kampala and enter the Great Shiny West, one of the strangest things … Continue reading
Filed under Great Big Shiny West, Kampala, Photography
With apologies to Montreal
Oh God. I complained about the snow and the cold and the ice and the shovelling for 15 years. Now I am too hot, my classroom is a sauna and I need to run to the IT lab, the only … Continue reading
Filed under Kampala, observations
Kampala Corners
This is the way most people in Kampala buy their dinner each evening. They buy a fresh chicken, tuck it under their arm and ride a Boda Boda home. A common sight here, cows just walking along the road. … Continue reading
Filed under Kampala, Photography
Some fine art slotted into my party weekend.
Last night I attended an Art Exhibition. It was part of a long litany events that this weekend has planned for me, starting with a surreal but decadent parents only school event that involved dressing up circa James Bond Casino … Continue reading
I nearly stepped on a rat and other stories.
Things I nearly stepped on while walking: A very large dead rat. It was as long as it’s very long tail; it had been driven over and was lying in a pool of its own squelched blood. Its mouth was … Continue reading
Filed under Being brave, Kampala, Miss Teacher
