The internet connection in Uganda can only be compared to a one legged man playing tennis with Rafael Nadal – frustrating and marginally painful! But I will persevere, even if my laptop takes the brunt of it.
With the exception of ‘The Exploratory Tongue’ incident and subsequent long term effects of massive alcohol consumption it was, without doubt the best send off any girl could ask for.
Liloo’s plane note and the book I received with all your messages made me sob like a small child deprived of candy during taxi and take off (fortunately it was dark, but I think the snorting and occasional wail may have given me away), but I managed to pull myself together thanks to Russell Crowe in chainmail and cod piece … happy days.
By the time we had cleared the clouds and the green and red of Northern Uganda filled my porthole (I know that’s a shipping term, but it sounds more romantic so just go with it!) I had adopted a fairly manic and permanent Joker like grin that frankly could have had flight staff pulling the emergency rip cord and flinging themselves, shoeless out of the plane.
Warm rain and a good dose of humidity and I was home.
The roads have not improved, the pot holes are like small lakes and the traffic is completely nuts – a friend said it was like someone had vomited Toyotas! – but it’s still as beautiful as it ever was.
Headed straight for the office off the plane for a meet and greet; intimidating especially when nicotine deprived and not entirely lucid. Slurred Hellos, sat in on a meeting fighting my eyelids, and after a matoke lunch (you could build a house with this stuff it’s so concrete like), launched myself into bed for a kip … only to be woken about 3.4 seconds later by The Journalist, who showed up with rental agent in tow to take me house hunting in Mwenga.
As expected the place was palatial with 5 bedrooms, two bathrooms, office, attic room and full sized garden. Rent aside, this thing was so massive that even if we could afford it, I’d have to sell a kidney to furnish it! The Journalist, still gushing understood and Robin took us off to peer over the barb wired wall of a shabby chic colonial style house just up the road.
It was love at first sight and The Journalist is already talking guest rooms and pagodas.
Tonight I leave for Rwanda to stay at Virunga Lodge (picture above), where I’ll be trekking for the gorillas God help me! I’ve not done a jot of exercise in nearly 8 years so needless to say I’ll have the villagers in fits when I emerge pink faced and panting from the bush like some crazed tomato … will try to secure some pictorial evidence of the event – I know how much you like a good laugh Queenie!
Heavens have just opened and I’m questioning the leopard print pumps ….
Big Love, African Bean