Uganda & Rwanda on film, ACTUAL film

My dad bought this camera in Washington D.C. one time he and my mom decided they couldn’t live anymore without visiting the Smithsonian. They packed their bags and came back with this little beauty: a Canon AE-1 program. This camera was meant to travel the world. It was my dad’s travel companion, until I “stole” it 10 years ago to learn photography. It’s a sturdy little … Continue reading Uganda & Rwanda on film, ACTUAL film

It’s written everywhere…

It’s present in every memorial and in the thousands of NGOs and United Nations fund for something that make base in Kigali. “The European fund for something development related”, “L’Organisation Internationale pour la something else”, “United Nations committee for this and that”. Everywhere. The collective guilt of the Western world plastered all over, desperately trying to make amends after……what happened. It is their past, it … Continue reading It’s written everywhere…

Checkpoint Charlie snafu…

Passports are the bane of my existence. The last 10 years of my life have been spent filling out visa application forms, explaining to people why they should let me in their country and why a Mexican girl speaks “normal” English or carries around tons of books. Sunday wasn’t any different. It was all going great until the officer realised my green eagle bearing passport was … Continue reading Checkpoint Charlie snafu…

Gorillas sans the mist

It was our last morning in Bwindi, and had we left on time we would have missed them. As we were wrapping up our last interview, a family of mountain gorillas overstepped the bounds of Bwindi Impenetrable Forest National Park and walked right past our little hut. They are the centre stage attraction in Bwindi and the reason some tourists pay up to $500 a night … Continue reading Gorillas sans the mist

A different type of portrait

Far from the selfie-crazed Kim Kardashians of the world, the people of Bwindi don’t smile for photographs. People stare straight down my lens: no guard or pretense. In Bwindi, people seem less concerned with whether their flabby bits are showing or if the light is hitting them on their “good side”. When they agree to a portrait, they agree to show themselves without filters. No bullshit, no masks. Thanks Bwindi, it’s been brilliant. We hope to be back. Continue reading A different type of portrait

First views of Bwindi

We have been here almost a week and the people of Bwindi have been incredibly welcoming.  Between riding boda bodas in the jungle & eating jackfruit (a big prickly fruit with lovely sticky mango-pineapple-banana tasting yellow flesh) I’ve just had a chance to go through some photos. Enjoy.    A view of the Bwindi fish farming project near the town of Buhoma. The night sky from … Continue reading First views of Bwindi

The two old spinsters of Uganda take a stroll

Today we mooched around the local area.  We strolled down the winding side roads, passed tea plantations and observed the community at work. In the markets the women scatter peanuts out to dry on white sheets, pummel maize with vigour and deftly cut up cassava with machetes. Babies hang off them, some bashful as we pass and others giggly and inquisitive.  The red dust on … Continue reading The two old spinsters of Uganda take a stroll

Will the Upper Gorilla House live up to its name?

We have taken long walks since arriving at Bwindi – mainly because we can never remember our turning to our house. Our Tarzan-esque abode is a large wooden hut right on the edge of the impenetrable forest. We have an outdoor veranda over looking dense jungle and frequent visitors in the form of bats and an array of bizarre looking creepy crawlies.  We hear enough … Continue reading Will the Upper Gorilla House live up to its name?