evening, or if it's because I have finally embraced Uganda, but I have
been pretty damn smiley. I think it started with the rain. Now I know
that last time I was here the rain was just a catalyst for a bad mood,
but now it is the opposite. Mainly because I can be dry and warm and I
don't have to worry about having dry clothes to put on. And it's been
hot here since.... damn it, got distracted. A guy came up to Chris and
I, who were happily busying ourselves with our laptops, and started up a
very animated conversation (some of it about animations) with us. Most
distracting. He's a londoner, but he's lived here for 6 years. Some
interesting conversations, but I was really enjoying my alone with my
emails time. Although there is no internet here at the moment, probably
won't be at all tonight either. I hope there is tomorrow morning.
Ah well, I don't think I'm gonna get much written until I get off to bed
and have alone time.
Right then, it's now past 11pm and I have to be up at 6.30. Which isn't
actually that bad, but I kinda left as I ended up sat next to Ritchie
getting a back rub from one of the dutch girls and decided it was either
vomit or call it a night. Ritchie was the londoner I mentioned earlier.
He's very outgoing and it seems as though he has the same conversations
with everyone, about insecurity and some pulling method seminars or
something. How to get girls lesson no. 1 appears to be to tell everyone
this kind of thing anyway. He's quite a player, really knows how to
manipulate people, but hey, he's good for a laugh and an upbeat
conversation of an evening anyway. I was eventually saved when another
British girl, Claire I think, came along and they were going to play
pool, and then Sean finished playing pool and came and sat with me,
which I was most surprised about as he'd barely said hello all evening.
Anyway, more good film convos with him before he suddenly disappeared
again (he does that a lot) so I decided to head to bed.
Work was ok, although we were there all day today we still didn't get a
lot done. I have noticed that africans generally tend to walk quite
slowly when they have work to do, and things tended to move at a snail
pace in the afternoon. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, although we
ran out of bags again, after we had to send henry out to get another 100
this morning, they had all gone by 3.30. So that was frustrating. Not
sure what is going to happen in the morning. Jackie had disappeared,
well, most of the day really, she seems to barely be around at all, and
so I couldn't get anything done about it and i wasn't about to go and
buy a load with my own money again. Not at 4.30 in the afternoon anyway.
Too much hassle. So I came back to the hostel, getting lost while
walking through town again, but I think I am more used to Kampala now.
Just in the way that I'm getting more chilled out, and not letting
things bug me as much. I had a piece of pineapple that I bought at the
New Taxi Park, and ate on my taxi while I waited for it to fill up. I
also bought an apple, which may not sound exciting but I had a cheerful
chat with the guy selling it to me, however brief. The lady I was sat
next to threw the bag my pineapple had come in out the window for me
because she got fed up with me holding it. She said that I might not
feel right about throwing it like that, but that's just how they do
things here. Then I had a cheery conversation with the other dutch girl
and Michelle while I was in the shower and was invited out for dinner
but decided to stay in and get another rolex instead, which I thoroughly
enjoyed. And they ended up paying about 13000 for their meals anyway so
it was good that I stayed behind. I ran into Christine on my way to the
market, she was on her way back with chapatis and put her hat on my head
as we met on side of the road. I think the thing that has made me so
cheery is realising that actually, everyone is really friendly, there
are a few who are mocking with their mzungu shouting, but the majority
are nice.
Anyway, my back is aching typing with my laptop on my lap, and i want to
scratch my arm off my mossie bites itch so bad.
Night peeps.
xx
poor henry having to carry all those bags :( He's just a vacuum cleaner!
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