The one with all the party

Actually, it should be the week with all the party, meaning last week.

Now, I know I'm not the biggest party animal in the world, there are people going out a lot more and longer than I do, especially with a little help from their chemical friends. But I think Ugandans could give even them a run for their money. Take my friend Lulu: I met her last week, just when I was despairing of ever discovering the mythological Kampalan nightlife. When I phoned her up, she said my life was going to change quite a lot - I didn't realize she meant I was going to become a vampire. Meaning that from Wednesday on, we went out four nights in a row, and by Saturday night I was barely able to form a coherent thought. On the other hand, Lulu and her friends were still perfectly awake, able to sustain a normal conversation with more than three words, and most of all they weren't standing backed up in a corner snarling at everything that was passing by, unlike me. Well, at least it was in keeping with Halloween, which Ugandans have just discovered for themselves - or rather they seem to have discovered the most important aspect: unlimited party potential. Cutting out the frills like decorations or costumes, they seem to have distilled the holiday to it's most essential: drinking loads, in a very short time. Which would suit me perfectly, if they wouldn't insist on drinking gin - let me tell you, gin shots tend to have extreme effects on the central nervous system. They're also difficult to deal with if you have to get up at 6 am the next morning to drive 'up-country', which let me assure you, isn't easy on the stomach!

So anyhow, now that I've managed to grab a bit of sleep 'up-country' (see next entry), I feel prepared for what might be coming - hopefully an outing to the fabled 'Ange Noir', of which only rumors can be heard. So more on that on Sunday!

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