Category Archives: When the rose tint fades
Scenes from a Bahrain Sunday
I have clambered out from beneath a mountain of report writing, exam marking and planning. And now “hello fresh air!” I have a whole week off to breathe. The winds have been wild; sandstorms blew sand from furthest Arabia into … Continue reading
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Martyrdom at the jaws of a Tsetse
Our 24 hours by the Nile was touched with magic, the elephants, the children squealing with glee in the pool, the rose tinted Nile at sunset. But there was also a cloud in this silver time and that was a cloud … Continue reading
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Choosing what I want to see
I confess I am not terribly engaged with current events here in Uganda. I am not political; I am not saving the world, working for VSO or an NGO. I am a teacher living a predominantly expat life style here … Continue reading
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Finding the Pretty.
As you know I don’t have much occasion to see pretty things here in Kampala. So over the past week or so I have been toting my camera around with all good intentions to capture something pretty. I thought the … Continue reading
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I passed a dead dog this morning, entrails spilling onto the dirt road.
There is a madness in the air if you stay too long and taste the sour regret of days spent waiting or rather not waiting, no it is days spent in a sulky acceptance of what is not. We drive … Continue reading
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Little Davies and a tale of two worlds.
Little Davies came to spend the day with us today, he is the son of our house keeper and occasionally accompanies her to work. He is a sweet 5 year old boy and the only time he has ever seen … Continue reading
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Hell is a cockroach
A cockroach jumped on me twice. The first time I was at the club, it was pouring with rain and everyone was huddled inside by the bar, wet towels in piles by our feet. Children shivered in damp bathing suits … Continue reading
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Safari Day 4: Tsetse flies and Crater lakes
I am covered with the painful bites of Tsetse flies. The irony is that, while they used to cause the dangerous Sleeping Disease, now they prevent any chance of sleep while I am up most of the night with the … Continue reading
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