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
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?
I’ve missed the smells of Uganda: That slightly musty sweet smell. The smell of corn, the smell of eggs frying, the smell of the deep rich soil after a downpour. I’ve missed the emerald green foliage, the rough grasslands, the yellowing acacia trees, the faint bleating of tethered goats. I’ve missed the local shops, tightly packed and strewn across the main road. The painted wicker … Continue reading The things I’ve missed….